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		<title>Oh, What? You Were Expecting&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>RJ Flamingo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cake Waffles? Before MJ, JJ and I made it to Sarasota last Monday, Miz Shoes and her Sister-Girlfriend-Girl (who I shall refer to from here on out as &#8220;The Divine Miz M&#8221;) went thrift store hopping. And scored a waffle iron. Yes, a waffle iron. Ever since she discovered the &#8220;recipe&#8221; on Ravelry (an online [...]]]></description>
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<p>Before MJ, JJ and I made it to Sarasota last Monday, Miz Shoes and her Sister-Girlfriend-Girl (who I shall refer to from here on out as &#8220;The Divine Miz M&#8221;) went thrift store hopping.  And scored a waffle iron.  Yes, a waffle iron.  Ever since she discovered the &#8220;recipe&#8221; on <a href="https://www.ravelry.com/">Ravelry</a> (an online knitting &amp; crocheting community) Miz Shoes has been dying to make Cake Waffles.   It&#8217;s all I heard about for weeks.  Except that she didn&#8217;t own a waffle iron.  Until now.  God help us all.</p>
<p>It was my turn to cook for our little group of rabble-rousers (let&#8217;s see, that would be Miz Shoes, her husband &#8211; The RLA, The Divine Miz M, her partner &#8211; Little Miss M, Star, me, and my hubs &#8211; MJ) on Wednesday night.  I made my &#8220;famous&#8221; <a href="http://flamingomusings.com.blogspot.com/2009/06/recipe-monday-roasted-garlic-spinach.html" class="broken_link">Roasted Garlic &amp; Spinach Pasta</a>, and MJ lubed us all up with a vat of his famous Citrus Cosmos.  Here was the result:</p>
<p><a href="http://flamingomusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/night_beach1.jpg"><img src="http://flamingomusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/night_beach1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>That would be Miz Shoes pointing up at the night sky on the beach.  &#8220;Is that a satellite?  It&#8217;s moving!  See it?&#8221;   Yes, dear.   A satellite.</p>
<p>And in this condition, all and sundry thought it would be a <span style="font-style:italic;">fine</span> idea to break in the waffle iron and make Cake Waffles.  Apparently, you mix up a boxed cake mix according to package directions and cook it in portions in a waffle iron.   Layered with Miz Shoes&#8217; Springfels and my Nam Doc Mai mangoes, and a touch of whipped cream, this is what they looked like (feel free to click on the image to get the full effect):</p>
<p><a href="http://flamingomusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/cake_waffles1.jpg"><img src="http://flamingomusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/cake_waffles1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And then Star took over, as usual &#8211; though I can&#8217;t say I blame her, since she was the most sober among us (I think) &#8211; and they actually started coming out looking like waffles.  I&#8217;d like to show you what happened next &#8211; I really would &#8211;  but it would go against my policy of not showing recognizable faces.  Of my family and friends, anyway.  Let&#8217;s just say that it wasn&#8217;t pretty.  Delicious and hilarious as hell, but not pretty.</p>
<p>Okay, fine.   It&#8217;s not my recipe, and I didn&#8217;t make them.   But I did get to clean up the table full of dried cake batter and errant cooking spray the next morning.   Does that count?</p>
<p>Go ahead and try it yourself.    Sober.   Or not.   Your choice.</p>
<p>The <a href="http://flamingomusings.com.blogspot.com/2009/06/recipe-monday-american-chicken-curry.html" class="broken_link"><span style="font-style:italic;">real</span> Recipe Monday post</a> is below this.   In case you care.
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