Now I Don't Know What To Pray For

Exactly one year ago today I blogged about a special event in my life.  Remember what that was?  I'll give you a hint.  It wasn't that time I burned my forehead, or the time I searched "hemorrhoids" on twitter, or even the one where I gave bacon to the Jews.  No, this was the one where I discovered that my purpose here on this earth was more than just watching Brian Regan on YouTube or practicing my surprised face for the day People magazine cites the demise of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes' relationship.


Rather, my purpose was to tell the world about waffles.  Liege waffles from Bruges in Salt Lake City, Utah to be exact.  Because you guys are incredibly intelligent and tons of you heeded my advice to make the pilgrimage to partake of the goodness this place had to offer, lives have been changed and the world is happier for it.  One of my blogging buddies, JustRandi, visited there several months ago and when she mentioned having heard about his place from a blog he said, "Oh!  Was it Vern?  Man, I owe that girl a free waffle.  She has sent me a lot of business!"  So, let it be known that when I die and go to meet my Maker and he asks, "What did you do to make the world a better place?" I can say, "I helped make obesity more fun."  I think He will appreciate my honesty.

There's a purpose to my story.  Because you see, as much as I love Bruges it is in Utah, and I live in Colorado.  And while it would be nice to hop on a plane every time I had a hankering for some creme fraiche and sugar pearls coated in yeast based affection, that's not really possible.  But.  A few weeks ago facebook alerted me about a new establishment in town. My town.  Specifically, a waffle place.  A Belgian waffle place.  IN MY TOWN.  (Do you hear what I'm telling you?!  The PRINCE is marrying THE SEA WITCH. IN! DISGUISE!)

Seriously.

This was better than a burning bush reminding me of who is really in charge.

I emailed Randi, we set a date, and last Friday we went to check it out. 

Here's Randi displaying her sampler, complete with marshmallow cream cheese and other healthy dairy products packed with protein:

See that glow behind her head?  That's not overexposure, that's an angel who was banging on the window going, "Hey, I was there when Jesus was born and when BYU won the National Championship, I am NOT about to miss THIS!"  This is me:

I am pictured here with peanut butter, nutella, and lemon curd.  Or as I like to call them, Satan's Powerful Tools.

After we were done eating Randi showed me how to calculate our meal into the calorie counter on her Smart Phone. 


Big mistake.