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'?