photo: Joel Holland
Suffering from a cold means that instead of engaging in normal weekend shenanigans I’ve been up every morning by 8 am and home in time for SNL. It all feels very adult.
And yet, I find myself craving my childhood Sunday tradition of waffles. Stacks and stacks of golden, syrup drenched, butter gilded, inch plus thick square-holed delights. While perusing epicurious.com this recipe caught my attention, but alas, my mini apartment is not home to one very necessary ingredient: the waffle iron.
So, the question remains, whereto for brunch?