Why hello, plate-of-amazing-gingerbread-waffles-I’d-like-to-fall-face-first-into. I’ve been on this weird gingerbread bender (more on this to come…) but at least it’s December and it’s totally acceptable.
I mean, if I could wake up to these babies every weekend, my life would be complete. Would you give me the side eye if I made these on a hot July morning? Probably. Would I be totally okay with eating these pillows of gingerbread goodness in July? Absolutely.
I’m going to be honest with you here: this is actually dessert in sheep’s clothing (aka, breakfast). And if it looks like a waffle, you are 100% allowed to have it for breakfast. House rules. No negotiating. You’re welcome.
And let’s be serious, in the middle of December, while we’re bundled up like little burritos, a hot waffle drizzled with maple syrup, melted butter, and cinnamon whipped cream is exactly what the doctor ordered.
I’ll have a plate, or three, thankyouverymuch (and I look away, as if the sous chef and I didn’t)…
This recipe has been adapted from Six Sisters’ Stuff.