In the spirit of Leslie Knope, I started my New Year with waffles, waffles that claimed to be "the best in the world." They were decidedly NOT. Perhaps I'm just not a yeasted waffle person, but now I don't trust anyone who is. They were straight up gross, and I'm off that train.
No photo and no recipe because I love you too much. It feels sad to check off a recipe that I hated, but no matter. That's the beauty of the 101 Things list; failure still counts.