On Sunday night, my friend Angela came into town from the Bay Area via Philadelphia. Being from the Bay Area, she has that semi-punk, I’m cooler than you San Francisco vibe thing going on. Angela is truly a citizen of the world having lived in Colombia, Spain, and England to name a few. She claimed that title years before Angelina Jolie borrowed the phrase as her own. Every time I hear her say it, my immediate thought is “Nope, Angela claimed that title years ago and you can’t have it!” Once Angela adopts a few kids and lives in Africa, I’ll try to copyright the moniker “Citizen of World” for her. Until then, she may have some stiff competition. But I digress. Yesterday, our friend Bert from Belgium came into town. My place is essentially their jet lag recovery home away from home before they venture south to Florida. Bert from Belgium brought over waffles, four kinds actually. And no these are not your standard waffle iron waffles either. These are amazing cookie-life, waffle-shaped yumminess in different flavors and different sizes. They will completely change your American point of view about what a waffle is and isn’t and you’ll realize that American waffles just have not reached their full potential. The so-called Belgian waffles we eat here have nothing on the real thing, baby.
