Yesterday we cleaned out the freezers. The one attached to the fridge, and the chest freezer in the basement. In the process I discovered I had 34 pounds of flour.
And I rarely bake. What am I doing with all this flour?
Oat flour, quinoa flour, Pillsbury Unbleached while, Bob’s gluten-free baking flour, Superfine rice flour, coconut flour, King Arthur’s Flour. Arrowroot, and yellow corn meal.
I must have acquired all this flour during my IIN training when every week I was trying a new way of eating. I tried Vegan and Macrobiotic, and Paleo. I tried Vegetarian and Pegan and Atkins and Whole 30 and Clean. I tried every diet known to human kind. That must be why I have quinoa flour, and spelt flour and teff flour.
The other morning when I was complaining to Vince that breakfast was hard for me because I am allergic to eggs, he gave me his gluten-free waffle recipe to try.
(He’s kind of obsessed with waffles.)
Yesterday he posted this on Facebook about consensual sex.
And then he commented this:
Waffles are not tea. But waffles are waffles. And waffles want to be eaten.
I do not assume that everyone wants tea who once wanted tea, but waffles are for the world. The world needs waffles.
I don’t know what “Waffles” represent here, but his recipe turned out great.