Malt…how I love thee…Let me count the ways…
–I love you in a chocolate malt at a baseball game. You are the perfect ending to all the roasted peanuts & hot dogs I inhale. I love you so much that I endure eating you with a wooden spoon. Hey! It’s not that easy!
–I love you in a strawberry milkshake at a diner. I always convince the waitress to add more of you in my cup, because you are THAT good.
–I love you in the Robins Eggs I eat at Easter. I love you so much that I’ve endured bloody cracked lips from wearing off the candy shell to get to you!
–I love you in these Matled Waffles. You add a yeasty depth that mimic the Weekend Waffles & the Buckwheat Belgium Waffles I’ve made in the past. The best part is that I didn’t have to wait for any yeast to rise. You were perfect right off the bat! You make the waffles crispy on the outside and subtly chewy on the inside. You were a star! Now, what should I do with you next?!!
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