Okay, just a bit indisposed for the 64 Fair (n Scotland, and in utero) . I do remember my first ever waffle: In Brittany, a hole in the wall at Mont St Michel, in fact, a little rosette of Chantilly cream in each waffle hole. I think powdered sugar was involved. Sublime. 45 years later, and I can still smell and taste that Brittany butter. Now you're giving me recipes and reasons... Uh oh. Usually my husband is the waffle wrangler in this house, but maybe I could have a go.
Jun 8, 2023·edited Jun 8, 2023Liked by Jolene Handy
For some reason this popped up today. What memories! I loved those waffles. I remember going to the worlds fair with my family when I was 10. And later in the summer my cousins came down from Boston and I got to go again! Belgian waffles 🥰🥰🥰 Thanks for the memory, Jo 😘
We drove down from Massachusetts. I remember the song, "It's a small world after all." I was five. Geez. I'm kind of an unreliable witness. I vaguely remember a geodesic dome, but maybe that was Montreal.
I think we combined the world's fair in New York with climbing the Statue of Liberty. The arm was closed because the arm was weak and my brother was trying to figure out how to knock the arm off by kicking at the bottom stair.
At a gas station we got plastic dinosaurs. I was conflicted because my dad was a creation scientist and I didn't know if dinosaurs were real.
At uni one of my summer jobs was as a courier taking coach loads of drunken Brits on the ferry to France and Belgium. The couriers were bribed with waffles by Belgian cafe owners to recommend their particular establishments to the tourists. Thanks for the reminder of that fun time in my life. Maybe I will dust off the waffle maker x
I wish I could have been at that 1964 World’s Fair in New York , but the next best thing is reading your memories of it, especially those waffles. Thanks to this piece and your pictures I may just have to send away for a Belgian waffle iron. Those doughy waffles I’ve encountered in the breakfast rooms of Best Westerns while on the road simply don’t hold a candle!
Encouraged by Jolene noticing my comment, below, I wrote this, "Summer of '64", about my brother trying to kick the arm off the weakened Statue of Liberty after visiting the World's Fair:
I love your family memories! I went to the Seattle World's Fair in 1962 and to Expo 86 in Vancouver, Canada; and somehow I managed to miss the waffles! That's so unlike me. I'd love to try the ones you made!
Okay, just a bit indisposed for the 64 Fair (n Scotland, and in utero) . I do remember my first ever waffle: In Brittany, a hole in the wall at Mont St Michel, in fact, a little rosette of Chantilly cream in each waffle hole. I think powdered sugar was involved. Sublime. 45 years later, and I can still smell and taste that Brittany butter. Now you're giving me recipes and reasons... Uh oh. Usually my husband is the waffle wrangler in this house, but maybe I could have a go.
For some reason this popped up today. What memories! I loved those waffles. I remember going to the worlds fair with my family when I was 10. And later in the summer my cousins came down from Boston and I got to go again! Belgian waffles 🥰🥰🥰 Thanks for the memory, Jo 😘
We drove down from Massachusetts. I remember the song, "It's a small world after all." I was five. Geez. I'm kind of an unreliable witness. I vaguely remember a geodesic dome, but maybe that was Montreal.
I think we combined the world's fair in New York with climbing the Statue of Liberty. The arm was closed because the arm was weak and my brother was trying to figure out how to knock the arm off by kicking at the bottom stair.
At a gas station we got plastic dinosaurs. I was conflicted because my dad was a creation scientist and I didn't know if dinosaurs were real.
At uni one of my summer jobs was as a courier taking coach loads of drunken Brits on the ferry to France and Belgium. The couriers were bribed with waffles by Belgian cafe owners to recommend their particular establishments to the tourists. Thanks for the reminder of that fun time in my life. Maybe I will dust off the waffle maker x
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Those waffles 🤩
I wish I could have been at that 1964 World’s Fair in New York , but the next best thing is reading your memories of it, especially those waffles. Thanks to this piece and your pictures I may just have to send away for a Belgian waffle iron. Those doughy waffles I’ve encountered in the breakfast rooms of Best Westerns while on the road simply don’t hold a candle!
Wow!! Look at what a REAL waffle looks like on the inside. Amazing. I'll never enjoy an Eggo again...😆
Oh! I must try these... all those egg whites!!
Encouraged by Jolene noticing my comment, below, I wrote this, "Summer of '64", about my brother trying to kick the arm off the weakened Statue of Liberty after visiting the World's Fair:
https://drdavidthor.substack.com/p/summer-of-64?sd=pf
I love your family memories! I went to the Seattle World's Fair in 1962 and to Expo 86 in Vancouver, Canada; and somehow I managed to miss the waffles! That's so unlike me. I'd love to try the ones you made!