gastronomical!!!
I really need to start eating healthier....because apparently it's not "a waffle a day keeps the doctor away" at all.
I usually do eat reasonably well. Don't ask me to define "reasonably" but over the past week I've had more treats than a day in the festive season.
And yes, it did include waffles.
And not many apples.
We have a number of kitchen appliances in our house, and there is just one that is used even more than the kettle.
It's an appliance that makes penguin shaped waffles, and is appropriately called "Waddles".
It creates these delightfully golden little penguins and it would be rude not to utilise the little round space in the belly for ice-cream.
So, last Saturday night when the housemates and I decided we would have a movie night, I took it upon myself to break a nonexistent record of making the greatest number of gluten free penguin shaped waffles I could.
A day later, our fridge was full of waffles, and the amount so plentiful, they began replacing staple kitchen foods and items, such as toast, pasta and sponges.
Now, let's get one thing straight. Just because something's "gluten free" doesn't mean it's healthy. Exhibit A: My waffles.
But my goodness they were good. And so good, that I took it upon myself to eat one or two a day - until they were gone.
Because, you see, once they were gone, they wouldn't bother me anymore.
They became part of my food pyramid, shrouding yogurt, muesli, rice crackers and fruit and veggies.
I guess you could say I fell off the healthy eating wagon...(mmmmmm Wagon Wheels).
My friend....Shally - yes, it's a new friend....who also blogs and dances - oh all right, it's Sally who I always mention, judged me and said: "I can't believe you've been eating waffles for breakfast!!!"
"Not for breakfast Sally," I responded defensively.
"Just lunch, dinner and dessert."
And just as quickly as I whipped up the mountain of penguin shaped waffles (I admit - I first wrote "waffle shaped penguins") they were as quickly gone. Well it took about four days.
No evidence was left apart from a depleted bucket of ice-cream and bottle of maple syrup.
And then I made caramel slice.
Damn it.
Above: A picture of the little bastards.
I usually do eat reasonably well. Don't ask me to define "reasonably" but over the past week I've had more treats than a day in the festive season.
And yes, it did include waffles.
And not many apples.
We have a number of kitchen appliances in our house, and there is just one that is used even more than the kettle.
It's an appliance that makes penguin shaped waffles, and is appropriately called "Waddles".
It creates these delightfully golden little penguins and it would be rude not to utilise the little round space in the belly for ice-cream.
So, last Saturday night when the housemates and I decided we would have a movie night, I took it upon myself to break a nonexistent record of making the greatest number of gluten free penguin shaped waffles I could.
A day later, our fridge was full of waffles, and the amount so plentiful, they began replacing staple kitchen foods and items, such as toast, pasta and sponges.
Now, let's get one thing straight. Just because something's "gluten free" doesn't mean it's healthy. Exhibit A: My waffles.
But my goodness they were good. And so good, that I took it upon myself to eat one or two a day - until they were gone.
Because, you see, once they were gone, they wouldn't bother me anymore.
They became part of my food pyramid, shrouding yogurt, muesli, rice crackers and fruit and veggies.
I guess you could say I fell off the healthy eating wagon...(mmmmmm Wagon Wheels).
My friend....Shally - yes, it's a new friend....who also blogs and dances - oh all right, it's Sally who I always mention, judged me and said: "I can't believe you've been eating waffles for breakfast!!!"
"Not for breakfast Sally," I responded defensively.
"Just lunch, dinner and dessert."
And just as quickly as I whipped up the mountain of penguin shaped waffles (I admit - I first wrote "waffle shaped penguins") they were as quickly gone. Well it took about four days.
No evidence was left apart from a depleted bucket of ice-cream and bottle of maple syrup.
And then I made caramel slice.
Damn it.
Above: A picture of the little bastards.
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