One night, while feeling particularly pooped, Shawn volunteered to make dinner. With waffles on the menu it seemed like we couldn't lose...
And now we know what happens when you don't spray the waffle maker. Maybe you're not laughing but I sure was. Take out it was.
5 comments:
Dang. I never spray my waffle iron and I've never had this happen. Take out seemed to be a great idea.
oh I'm laughing!!
Seriously I don't know how you go this. Truly a special skill. What kind of take-out?
I can't tell you how many times this happened to me as a freshman at the Cannon Center cafeteria. I think the servers there hated me!
I thought it was chocolate chip or maybe blueberry waffles. Very inventive, but alas, not edible. How was the scent of the house?
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