My birthday comes in late April and it can always be counted on to be cold and rainy on that day so I have learned my lesson about outdoor celebrations in the Willamette Valley. I actually prefer not to make much of a fuss, but last year was my 40th so everyone insisted that I/we celebrate so we did. We enjoyed a nice dinner at a lovely restaurant right in the heart of Eugene and I enjoyed letting someone else do the cooking. It was fun and festive and delicious and I had reached a milestone. Go me! This year I again reverted back to the “nothing ado about something” attitude, with no party and no real plans. I had been thinking that if there was one piece of kitchen equipment I was missing it was a waffle iron. I had mentioned it conversation, but mostly had forgotten about it.
This year on my birthday, I was met with a card and an apology that my present hadn’t arrived yet. I asked if it was a waffle iron, I was told yes, and I moved on. It was three days later that a the doorbell rang late in the afternoon, the UPS truck pulling away as I swung open the door to find a brown cardboard box containing my new waffle iron. I promptly cut open the taped seams to reveal another box, this one with a picture of a waffle iron. A copper-colored-but-sort-of-burnt-orange waffle iron. I didn’t know they made such a thing, but I should have assumed. I have a bit of a thing for copper so it was not surprise that if copper was an option, that’s what I would get. I had been expecting chrome, I suppose. Anyway, plans for dinner had been made already and days have turned into another week and I have yet to fire that copper colored Belgium beauty up. So here goes some buttermilk Belgium waffles with a bit or corn meal for crunch.Recipe for Buttermilk Belgian Waffles Here