krumkake iron
Funny how when you are on a diet you tend to eat more than you normally might…and when you are on a no spending diet you spend $$ on any frivolous item you can find and try to justify it. My frivolous purchase of the weekend: a krumkake maker. What is krumkake you may ask? It is a beautiful Norwegian cookie that can be made flat or rolled and filled with whatever suites you (cream, fruit, ice cream, etc). My dad wanted to get my mom a krumkake maker like 15 years ago and ever since then I have always thought of the amazing little iron. Well, Cooper and I found this frivolous little thing at a thrift store for $10 and I was completely torn. Do I spend my hard earned $10 bucks on a waffle iron that I will probably use maybe once a year (if that) or do I save it for all the $2385928375928375928375928759283752398472 worth of traveling we have coming up? Well, after much deliberation I proudly walked out of the store without a purchase but then had to stop and call the parentals for a third/fourth opinion. Needless to say, they convinced me to buy it and now I am a krumkake owner. Goodness. I guess I won’t be eating while in Mexico, Italy, St. Thomas, New York, France, Chicago or Tahoe.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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