Measuring time
Having decided to make waffles for dinner, I found myself remembering the waffle iron we had at home when I was a kid. It was a beige and brown and made waffles shaped like a flower, each individual 'piece' a heart. I loved (and still love) slathering butter on one and enjoying the deliciousness of a waffle and the pools of golden melted butter. Understandably, this waffle iron is no longer in use. The current one gives us two rectangles at a time. The pockets in the waffle are bigger, which means they hold more butter. Yum! While making waffles for dinner, I noticed that the handle of our waffle iron had a crack in it, making it difficult to lock shut. It still did its job, but would need to be replaced soon. I told Amma that our waffle iron was entering its final few uses and she said it is quite old now. "No, it's not," I said, "Athamma got it for us." "Which means it's ten years... at least," Amma said. Ten years being the number of yea...