Sunday Breakfast

Got an idea last week to try something different with breakfast this weekend and it turns out to have been a bit of a hit.  Waffle-cakes.  Literally, cupcakes smashed into waffles.  I shouldn't need to explain myself.

Here's the results.


And here's what the critics had to say about them:




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