If heaven had a waffle window, dear god, I shall be a very good girl and eat my broccoli when my mommy tells me to, not get pregnant before marriage, and never use drugs.
I think this is the last meal I want to have before I die and the first meal when I get to heaven.
I am not sure if I am isolated in feeling this way, but the waffles here are so visually and sense-sually stimulating, that the sheer anticipation of eating them is an enjoyment in itself.
They love me.
We're a happy family.
With a great big bite,
And a nibble here and there.
I want to eat more than my fair share.
A window to paradise? A window to the outdoors? A window (not a wardrobe) to Narnia? A window that God opened when he closed a door?
I don't know. I hear it's a window to the Bread & Ink Cafe kitchen, but I'm pretty sure that Jesus is the chef (yes, the waffles are walk-on-water amazing).