Wafflemania

OK, so I'm a sucker for waffles. When some people go to motels, they look for the bar. I look for the waffle bar. I love a good bed and breakfast joint where I can make myself a waffle, smother it in peanut butter and honey and get two-thirds of the calories I need all day in one sitting. I'll also probably have a carb craving in a half hour and be tremendously hungry again. I don't care. Yes, I do feel a bit guilty. But one waffle now — or maybe two or three — could keep me from having a waffle a day back home. And that seems like a fair trade to me.