Please pardon my terrible play on theBloody Sunday lyrics. I just finished working out like a madwoman and I think I left some of my brain in the upstairs living room…
Let’s just get this out there: I’m not a big waffle eater. I don’t really love sweet breakfasts (although I usually eat oatmeal anyway). If I’m springing for a really stellar breakfast and I can pick anything I want, I’m going for biscuits and gravy with eggs and hashbrowns every.single.time. It’s how I roll – no shame!
My husband on the other hand lives for waffles, pancakes and French Toast. LIVES. Like a Saturday isn’t a Saturday without one of those three on a plate in front of him for breakfast. So today I decided that I was feeling extra spunky and sweet and made him waffles. Chocolate chip waffles to be exact.
Y’all, these were fantastic. Make ’em. The end.