For me, the choice was logical. Both were made with the same batter, and it was much easier for mom to clean the pancake griddle than it was to clean the waffle iron. I would explain why we should have pancakes, and my sister would ignore the logic and say she wanted waffles. When I asked why, she would answer, “Because I do.”
Before we would start fighting, mom would either make the choice for us and say that we will do the others the next time, or she would just make both of them.
Now that I have grown up, I still prefer pancakes if I am making them. It is still much easier to clean up, and I don’t have to buy a waffle iron everywhere I go. Yes, they make them for the microwave, but I still don’t want to have to wash all the crevices. However, there was a place in Juneau, called the Southeast Waffle Company that sold waffles of all kinds. These Belgian waffles were the best meal I could get at a reasonable price. The location was nice, and the atmosphere was conducive to reading. They converted me to enjoying waffles, especially the more exotic versions like the ham and cheese and the omelet.
I may never find a waffle place like the Southeast Waffle Company, but at least now I have a better perspective on how much more waffles can be than just fluffed up pancakes with a messy clean up.
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