When I was in third year college, my husband and I would buy waffle dog before we catch a jeepney to go home. He was still my boyfriend that time and we would never tire buying and eating waffle dogs over a cup of shared shake. Those elongated waffles would have hotdog or cheese as fillings.
And so when I saw this waffle maker in one department store, I readily bought it. More than the fun of eating waffle dogs, it’s the surreal memories of yesterday that pushed me to buy one.