Most good stories begin and end with an iconic waffle iron. Our story begins somewhere in the middle.
The concept of Grand-Mère began somewhere in the process of making waffles on my grandmother’s two-prong waffle iron. Maybe it was the smell resonating memories of my family, the simplicity and strength of the machine itself, or the seasoned cast iron withstanding the test of time. Perhaps it was the thought of my grandmother’s handwriting on her recipe cards. It was probably a collective idea, at a moment when I was relishing the past, acknowledging the present, and searching for a way to continue the tradition for our children. So, after 22 years as a nurse, I thought it was time to write a new recipe.