Saturday Treat - Stroopwafels

It was love at first bite with these deliciously decadent, or so they feel at least when added to your breakfast on the town, traditional Dutch Stroopwafels (syrup waffle cookies of sorts). I first met them in Amsterdam a couple of years ago, but the only one I have managed to found in Sweden was a package with a disgustingly poor imitation at Rosendal's garden which had very little but appearance to do with the real thing.

In order not to pine away longing to get a bite of them again I then put the whole taste sensation in a dusty ol' drawer deep down in the back of my mind. Until now. Because as it happened M did acquire a few packages of these waffle delights at his latest trip to Holland a while back - my stroopwafel-desperation must have made a seriously lasting impression. And yes, this supermarket version does taste at least as good as the more exclusive/expensive versions.

Due by date in May for the last package, it will be saved til then and every tiny bite of caramelly chewy crispy loveliness will be savoured the very last week. Apparently one can make them oneself, though somehow that would tarnish the magic I think. I also noticed that there's an Association of Stroopwafel Addicts, the truth is out there, I am not alone.