ig there were any "Who's Who’”’ for
foods, any social register that listed
the elect, any Dun or Bradstreet that
gave their gustatory rating, the waffle
would be starred and double starred in
every volume. ;

The pancake, its less sophisticated
progenitor, is associated in the minds
of those of us who have been grown
these several years, with cold winter
mornings, with a glowing fire in the
cook stove and with a heavy old cast
iron griddle. When I was a child, I
used to hover over the kitchen stove
and sniff at their tantalizing smell while
I watched my grandmother flip the fat
brown cakes deftly from one side to
the other.

Modern waffles are different. With-
out in any way losing their democracy,
they have quite definitely moved out
of the kitchen and on to the dining-
room table. By this change, they have
grown from a mere matter of food to a
social institution. And in the grow-

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WAFFLES

grids bake the waffles to a turn. They
are so fitted out with regulators and
indicators, and so accompanied by
minute directions for their care and
operation, that the most inexperienced
bride should be able to offer their
tender products to any guest.

While there is no closed season for
waffles, we must admit there are times ©
when they are more in demand than
others. This is one of them. This is
the time of year when entertaining
takes on a pleasant informality. For-
mal occasions are over until another
winter. Parties are a little freer and a
little gayer perhaps, and there is some-
thing about wafiles ideally suited to
summer evening parties—and, of course,
as at all other times of the year, the
waffle retains its place as king of break-
fast dishes.

And waffles help.

My neighbor next door has a son
and daughter at the university. Last
year, when lectures and note books

By V. M.

ing they have taken on
airs of their own. There
was a day when a waffle
was a waflle and you
could depend upon it.
Nowadays a wafile may
easily turn out to be a
shortcake; and it may
appear black with choco-
late, or frilly with cocoa-
nut, nuts or dates.

The waffle irons them-
selves have become shin-
ing things of beauty.
The heavy aluminum

Topics.

A True Story

Here’s as bright and
breezy an article as ever
appeared in UTILITY

There’s human interest
as well as waffle data in
it—and, in addition to all
that, it concerns the ac-
tual doings of actual peo-
ple. The names, .of course,
are not real names.

were shelved for the
Easter vacation, she
found them swallowed
up in a round of parties
and dances that took
them away from home
every night and left
them sleeping half the
day to catch up. She
came in one morning
with an unusually
thoughtful expression on
her face.

“T ought to let Joan
and Peter have a party,”

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