Weekend Waffler—I can call myself one despite the fact that I didn’t even grow up eating waffles. I didn’t know about their existence until much later in life and time, when I stumbled upon Eggos, the frozen boxed kind. This was during a time when I moved to the United States and wanted to try out every new food that met my eye. And why not; I had landed in a place where they had isles and isles of just cereal boxes, and I had come from a place where cereal meant only one kind, ”corn flakes” and only one brand. This melting pot of a place had a plethora of food that I had never imagined before, and I wanted to experience it all. I call it my food awakening: the pursuit of all things food,the threshold of my love for all things flavory. The American landscape did indeed expand my food horizon.
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