***we interrupt your regular programming on what I learned in Reggio Emilia to bring you some much-needed food relief***
I know exactly when we bought our waffle maker – it was the autumn of 2009. We had just moved out to the East Coast so I could go to grad school; I moved first and Alvin waited until I was gone to buy himself a new car (we weren’t yet married). He paid $1,000 to have it shipped cross-country and I threatened that if the car got there before he did I was going to send it back. He didn’t have a job yet (or a plan to make his car payments), and he was pining for waffles – so I told him I’d buy a waffle maker when he got a job. We thought he’d end up working in New York but we got lucky and he found something in the town where we lived; he used to like to complain that his new car didn’t get warmed up in winter by the time he finished the five minute drive to work, while my wet hair would freeze on the two-minute walk to the train station, and then I had 50 minutes on the train and a 20 minute walk at the other end…