Ghent
Welcome to the land of beer and waffles. Below are two pictures...a pre and a post (too much therapeutic drug monitoring!). Pre yummy chocolate sauce and post happily pouring the hot sauce in the most creative circles I was capable of. It was a big waffle. I could not finish the whole thing. Of course, the whip cream stayed untouched (evil form of milk).
Brussels
Walking the streets of Brussels proved to be a battle of wills. My will to eat versus my will to stop putting on weight. Road side cafes, chocolate shops and as evident by the pics below...scrumpelicious waffle shops emitting fragrant aromas of their FRESHLY baked wares.
But I am proud to say...I merely looked and drooled (not on the waffles...please...am more hygienic than that) but made no purchases. Dang...even now, as I look at the pictures...I am drooling...better go wipe up this puddle.
2 comments:
Cicak Killer ... in the first two photos ... I don't see the waffles!!! ... I really tried ... but I just can't see them ... and that last photo ... it just reminded me of me dead dog, Lucky ... staring at me Hokkien mee ... waiting for me to throw her any pork lard ... which is like 'tough luck!!!' ... ahahahaha ... aahhh-CHEW!!!
Is that you trying to figure out whether you could flick and run? If I were you I'd buy every single one...forget the calories la
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