Growing old gracefully is easier said than done. The old adage of using it or losing it is indeed true. Therefore, I must find a way to gainfully employ the use of my brain to keep my synapes fired up. Hence, my blog.
When I was a teenager, my mother acquired a pizzelle maker. Each year there after, we made pizzelles together for the holidays. After I was married, she passed down the cookie maker to me, so the tradition could be continued. And it was, until such time it became no longer functional. Recently, I bought a replacement model which is much improved with a nonstick surface and indicator light to gauge desired degree of crispness. So once again, I am happily making batches of pizzelles and, here comes the unfortunate part, I am eating them as well.