My mother and my father like to tease me because I collect cookware. My father once even went so far as to call me “the Imelda Marcos of dishes”. But my parents have a waffle cone maker, and even I don’t own a waffle cone maker.
Never mind the fact that they only have this waffle cone maker because I gave it to them as an anniversary gift, can you believe they have a fun kitchen toy that I don’t?
I just had to do something about this inequitable situation, so I got myself a waffle cone maker too.
And Mom sure does make good waffle cones. In the blink of an eye, she whipped up the batter. She puts out the cones by the numbers.
They’re fun to form.
The only tricky part is making sure that there isn’t a hole in the bottom for the ice cream to drip out of.
Make that homemade vanilla bean ice cream.
Now, I think that’s fair.