Small Disasters
Well, we have the occasional mishap, too.
Today, I thought I'd grab the old waffle iron and fire up a batch of tasty waffles. Unfortunately, it seems that the old waffle iron is, well, old. Graduate school era, I think. Which means it was the waffle iron at the hardware store or the Coop that week.
After prying lots and lots of waffle bits -- tasty, but fragmentary -- from the wreckage, I'm open to tips on waffle irons.
Fortunately, yesterday's excursion into oatmeal cookies (from the current issue of Cook's) was more successful, even though I failed to keep the freshly-toasted pecans sufficiently separate from the bittersweet chocolate chunks. Now they tell me.