I had never heard of pizzelle until I hired a contractor to renovate the basement of our house in Deep Cove. A few days into the renovation he showed up with a stack of freshly baked pizzelle, compliments of his Italian wife.
The delicate and light waffles were an instant hit with both my two young daughters and me. With the anticipation of having more of these delicious pizzelle, a quick shopping trip was planned.
In the Italian section of Hastings Street, we were successful. Kitchen gadgets come and go, but my pizzelle maker has remained. It has cranked out dozens after dozens of waffles; they're always a hit.
Nowadays I make them with my granddaughter Annelies.
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