And so it came to pass that we were all put on… not quite quarantine, or self-isolation, or something which may or may not have or need a technical term. Basically, we were told that we should stay home as much as possible, avoid groups of 10+ or 50+ according to jurisdiction (the only constant here being the arbitrariness and non-sensicality - yes it’s a word, at least it is now - of the number… it would not have been ‘woke’, I guess, to tell us how we should be deciding on our social interactions. Other mixed messages came and went, and I am not even considering what was said in a jurisdiction vs another, that would be quite the mindcuss. (Don’t our elected officials know that we use the Internet?)
In any case, this confusing situation led me somewhat high-strung to the corner store (actual grocery stores were too packed with people and too little with any actual food) to stock up on a few essentials, just a little bit than I usually would to be on the safe side. With me, the ‘safe side’ is buying four cans of pasta sauce only to realize when coming home that I don’t even have pasta in the cupboard. (Note to self: Immediately put in an order for some from the regular grocery store.)
The inspiration for the waffles came in that same moment. I grabbed the box impulsively, without really knowing why - I never eat waffles, they are neither nutritious nor really filling - probably just because I had a craving. (I did know for a fact that I had a can of maple syrup that was begging to be put on something.)
Naturally, when I came home, I was already feeling somewhat snacky from carrying bigger bags of food that were bigger than usual (just kidding: I can’t remember the last time I carried grocery bags, since I hardly need a recommendation of social distancing to rely on home delivery), I opened the waffle box right away (in my defense, it was dinner time) and proceeded to put them where anyone remotely reasonable would: the toaster oven.
It might have been disuse, I might have been that the appliance felt abandoned in the corner of my kitchen, it might even have been that it wasn’t plugged in… (I did end up checking, and it turned out that I was doing at least that right that day: the toaster was plugged in!) It never came alive to lay on the heat on those lovely waffles. ;( When it died, I will never know. It had been months, years since I last used it. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had deigned using it.
Next best thing: let’s fry the hell of those waffles!
I wonder if an indoor BBQ could have produced better results?
The first two I had that evening weren’t exactly “well-cooked”. But they were delicious, as they were doused in maple syrup.
Delicious!
…and I will wait for some time at least before I make a decision on a new toaster oven - if I even get one.