Wholegrain-Banana Waffles

Before we moved to the States three and a half years ago, I had assumed that every North American owned two things: A donut maker (human) and a waffle maker (contraption). So, I speedily stocked our kitchen with a waffle iron, which has since been used almost every weekend – when we’re not having pancakes. On the donut front, it tickles me how often I find the inspiration for that policeman-eating-donuts stereotype right here in New Jersey. (more…)









