They got better as time went on and I learned to use the new waffle maker. Don’t laugh, I wasn’t dressed or ready for photos but here it is. Dan documented the moment and I’m brave enough or old enough that I don’t care anymore.The first ones were a little crappy and a little pasty looking, but the first ones always are. In this case I was counting on it because I wanted to make sure the thing was working properly before we ate any. The ones later were beautiful, if I do say so myself.
I still haven’t mastered getting corners on them. Maybe that will come on our next go-round. But we had fun playing with this Belgium Waffle Maker, made sweeter because we got it at the thrift store, yes we did!
