This reminds me of evenings when I was growing up, when Mom would bake waffles in her big waffle iron. She always set the table with a jar of peaches she had canned, sweetened whipped cream, and a jar of the maple syrup that Dad made every other year from our maple grove. She always made sure the waffles were done until they were just crispy on the outside.
I was so hungry when I came home from my Latin class today, that I decided to use up a cup of sour cream that was going begging in my fridge, by baking a batch of waffles. I topped a waffle with yogurt, strawberries, and chopped walnuts. It was delicious!
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