Raise your hands if you love Disney!!!!
There are few surer ways to my heart than through an enthusiastic conversation about all things Disney. Heck, if Lord Voldemort showed up on my doorstep tomorrow night and told me he wanted to chat about this 3-year old with cancer who–thanks to the Make A Wish Foundation–will now have the chance to visit Disneyland, I would invite him in and ask him whether he wanted his Mickey Mouse waffles served with maple syrup, butter, or both.
Disneyland is very much an American institution, but it is also a distinctly Californian landmark and experience as well. Conveniently located among the sunny orange groves of Southern California, I grew up visiting the theme park at least once a year–sometimes more, and always with a churro and a chocolate-dipped waffle ice cream cone from Gibson Girl’s Parlor on Main Street. While Disneyland isn’t my hometown (sorrows!), I might as well be an honorary citizen of the old mouse’s town.
I love the whole darn place, but my favorite part has got to be that swelling feeling in your chest when you step onto Main Street for the first time that morning. There’s something incredibly magical and old-timey that just can’t be found anywhere else…especially not with a double-scoop from the parlor!
This Christmas, for Secret Santa, my cousin gifted me this amazing Mickey Mouse waffle iron, which is ten times classier than anything I would ever buy for myself. Actually, it only costs $20–but if you know me at all, you’ll know that I am a total appliance prude. Pans? Dozens. Useless utensils and kitchen tools? By-the-drawerful. But appliances?
Every single one of my appliances has been gifted to me. Food processor, blender, hand mixer, and now……cue contented sighs, because this waffle maker is the best thing that happened to me all last month.… Read more