Waffling on again...

About once or twice a month, normally on a weekend when we're all around and it's less of a rush, we'll have waffles for breakfast. I knew that James was going to have today off, so last night I suggested that we might have waffles this morning. Last night was a tough one with Asia though and I was so exhausted this morning that I was having second thoughts. Unfortunately the seed had already been sown, and there was no escaping. When I suggested to James that we just do our regular breakfast he told me that Arran and Bryttain had been talking about it already. Bryttain had told him that waffles were her favourite! He also said that I had promised to make them! I guess in their little minds, a suggestion is as good as a promise.

I really don't mind too much. It's not like making pancakes where you have to stand over a frying pan making them individually, the waffle iron does all the work for me. I pour in the batter, close the lid, set the timer and pull them out when they're done. We didn't have waffles when I was growing up, not very British really, so they're still somewhat of a novelty for me.

An old friend of mine gave me our waffle iron and I love it. It had belonged to her grandmother and it may not look like much, compared to some of today's fancy schmancy gadgets, but it makes the best waffles. I think one of the reasons is that it can reach high enough temperatures to get the waffles nice and crispy on the outside, which today's ones, with their non-stick plasticky lining can't do in the same way. Mine doesn't stick either (we spray between batches with butter spray) and what starts out as white gooey batter, ends up as golden waffles. Deeeelicious!

Now if it had been a weekend and we'd planned better, I'd have had some berries and cream on hand, but with it being a last minute, mid-week, spur of the moment treat, we just made do with butter and maple syrup. Very yummy nonetheless.

We also took a trip to San Francisco Zoo today, but it was INSANE, so I didn't get many pictures. I have never in all the times we've been there, seen so many people. Just trying to get anywhere with the stroller felt like a battle. To be honest, our trips to the zoo are always a little disappointing. I always have such high hopes and love the idea of the kids getting to see real animals that they wouldn't otherwise, but I have to say that it never lives up to my expectations. Now if we could ever afford to go on safari (hah!) then I'm sure I'd have more success :)