We’ve got nothing to eat you say? That means it’s breakfast for dinner tonight. It seems I’ve always got the fixings for breakfast lying around. It’s like survival food for me and one of my favorite dinners, simply because everything about breakfast food makes me happy. It’s comfort food. I also like that you can mix strange things with it, and it’s still appetizing, like putting salsa on your omelet, chocolate chips in your pancakes, and champagne in your orange juice. I can’t image chocolate chips in a steak…that’s just silly. If you ask me, breakfast is the new dinner.

So I whip open the fridge and I find eggs…cheese…bacon…bread (yeah, that’s where we keep it because it’s Florida people)…hash browns…scratch the hash browns– I remember we have waffle mix.  And a waffler! That I’ve never used! We’ve had it for over a year, and I start to think about how I’ve actually never used a waffle iron before. I guess I’ve always been a pancake person ever since we got our electric griddle. But waffles seem like more fun, so I think how hard can it be?

With the instructions in hand, I begin to heat up the waffler and mix up my ingredients.

I pour in the batter and wait. Once the red light goes green, they’re done! I like fool-proof.

An almost perfect waffle develops. I had some time yet while my eggs scrambled, so I thought I’ll use up the rest of the batter and make two more waffles of equal beauty.

Batter on…
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