My idea for a waffle book continues to evolve. Not just a recipe book, I want to write a researched history book about waffles. I have fantasies that the famous publisher, Taschen, will put it out for me. Aside from also crossing my fingers that HVD Belgium (the Rolls Royce of waffle iron producers) one day sends a few more irons my way — for recipe development purposes — I only need to write one of the greatest single-food books … ever.

I’ve decided to begin slowly drafting pieces, before assembling chapters.  Here’s a paragraph of what I’m thinking to open the intro…

Imagine yourself in 12th century France. Sunday mass has just finished. The bells of the church are tolling, and you step out onto the street to see a man selling communion wafers. It’s blasphemy. But as you approach him, you see Jesus isn’t imprinted on the host. It’s a vignette from the Garden of Eden. He tells you they’re sweetened with honey. So you buy a few for your family and take a bite of what would be the dominant dessert for well over half of the second millennium: the wafer, or as it would become, the waffle.