Rhi Axtell – Writer

I’m pretty sure the waffle maker is older than I am. The cover is that yellowed-white plastic that reminds me of the seventies and the sound of it opening and closing is positively medieval. It is most definitely a fire hazard.

But whenever I see it on the table, I cannot help but smile. My mother-in-law’s ‘gaufres’ are proof that there is magic in the world. Soft with the right amount of crunch. The perfect delivery method for ‘crème de marron’ (chestnut cream), another discovery I made in France.

I’m going to have to put my phone down now because I am drooling so much.