While looking through a table of kitchen appliances at a yard sale a few weeks ago, I found a treasure:
My Aunt Judy and Uncle Delbert gave us a stroopwafel (a Dutch cookie) to try last year, and we've been craving them ever since. You make them on pizelle irons, and I finally found one! This is only further proof of the magnificence of yard saling.
McKay whipped up a batch that night:
A marvelously gigantic stack that only lived to see 12 hours.
Caramel filling goodness.
The chef at work.
Tyler's first piece of stroopwafel...
and his second
and his fourth. Not pictured is his tantrum when the fifth was denied.