It’s tax season again, and tax preparers need love, too. My sister Julie, for example. Every year, she works like a madwoman from January through April, helping people get their taxes done. Exhausting work. She loves it.
Julie also loves stroopwafels. That’s an understatement. In fact, she is quite mad for them. Understandable, really, considering that stroopwafels are one of the most delectable things on the planet.
If you’ve never had the pleasure, stroopwafels are very thin cinnamon flavored cookies baked on a special waffle iron. The minute each stroopwafel comes out of the iron, it is sliced horizontally, filled with caramel syrup, sandwiched back together, and left to cool.
Here’s the last batch Gilda made. The coffee’s on, and we can hardly wait to get into them. That’s the waffle iron you see in the background. It’s standing on edge in order to let the melted shortening drip off.
A close up of the waffle iron. Isn’t it pretty? Artie bought it from one of our favorite suppliers, Fantes Kitchen Shop. There’s lots more to say about that, and we will… in another post.
But back to Julie. For the last couple years, the Hasslefactory has sent Julie a package of stroopwafels to make her tax season a little sweeter. Gilda thinks everything should always be as pretty as possible, so the first year she packaged Julie’s stroopwafels (individually wrapped and sealed, of course) in this cute little hat box:
Last year, Gilda was rummaging through an antique toy store and came across an authentic Dutch stroopwafel tin–from Gouda, no less (the town where stroopwafels were invented)! What it was doing in said antique toy store is a mystery, but Gilda knows a perfect find when she sees one. Needless to say, she snapped it up, and filled it with fresh stroopwafels for Julie:
The traditional way to enjoy a stroopwafel is to place it over a mug of steaming hot coffee for a couple of minutes first. The heat from the steam warms the stroopwafel and softens the caramel filling. As you can see, sometimes the caramel smooshes out. We like that.
Now, the one problem with stroopwafels (besides being unable to keep them from disappearing) is that it’s hard to find good containers for them. They really do best in round containers, as Gilda mentioned to Julie when she saw her last summer… and then happened to mention again in her Christmas card.
Cut to the other day. The UPS truck showed up with this package:
Well, look at that! There’s a letter from Julie in here!
Here’s what it says:
I realize this might be construed as a presumption of a refill. I assure you it is not.
However, being the practical person I am, I felt it prudent to remove lack of a suitable receptacle as an impediment to a refill, in the event such a refill were to occur.
P.S. I am not expecting a refill.
P.P.S. Really, I’m not.
P.P.P.S. (12-24-12) Procrastination in sending package is rewarded with arrival of note of endorsement from source of culinary delight.
Therefore, I expect a refill.
And what is wrapped up beneath that letter?
Well. Looks like it’s time to get the stroopwafel iron out. Can’t have the world’s favorite tax preparer distracted by a lack of yumminess.
Not to worry, Julie. Stroopwafels coming soon. And for the rest of you, a detailed blog post on how to make them. And trust me, it is SO worth it.