Sunday, August 8, 2010

i can still taste them

Waking up with the smell of conversation on your skin was a joy on this particular day! 
(This coming from a self-proclaimed morning person.)

Waffles! was to be our breakfast that delightful morning.

Even if you're not a self-proclaimed morning person, who could resist the cheerfulness of butter,  the elation of syrup, or the jubilee of warm-waffily-goodness?!?? 

Usually the call of my daughter and a creamy cup of coffee wake me in the wee hours of the morning. 
But not today. 
Like the Greek Sirens of Ancient Times, the aroma of a batter-filled waffle-iron beckoned me outside.

Never would I have imagined that my camping memory bank would have a compartment filled with the sweet taste of a waffle breakfast. 

But it did.

And boy, was it good.

A dreamy waffle smothered in butter, syrup and bananas.
Can you say 'yum'?

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