If my coworkers ever see me limping into the office on crutches, they should probably not assume I was kickboxing. Let’s not be ridiculous…
If they knew me at all, they would probably bring up this Office classic:
Except that it would be more accurate to replace “Foreman grill” with “waffle iron.”
I’m clumsy, but that’s neither here nor there–what I’m saying is, I’ve been making a LOT of waffles lately. And if I did have a kitchen appliance in my bedroom a la Michael Scott… It would be a Belgian waffle iron.
Anyway. The appliances will stay where they are for now, but still–no slowing down with the waffles! Inspired by these pear-gorgonzola beauties, I forge ahead. This time, there are cured pork products too.
