Some days, you wake up feeling frisky. Other days, you wish you're six thousand miles away from where you are. Well today, I woke up with a deep craving for waffles. Golden crusted, syrup drenched waffles.
But there's no flour, no yeast, no milk, no syrup, and of course, no waffle iron in this home.. so needless to say, no waffles for Missy today.
Then I turned on my side while lying on the bed, and I smiled.
Because when I think of waffles, I think of butter. And when I think of butter, I think of you..
Note: This was gifted to me before I left Melbourne, and yesterday, I finally dug it out. I said dug, because it's buried somewhere within 12 sealed big boxes in a cold, dark storage space. But I don't care, and I have hubz to thank for indulging me with an afternoon of sweaty labour work.
I know I promised it would be the first thing on my mantel. I'm sorry, it was the third.
And I miss you, fancy face.