I’ve said it before, and I will say it again. Waffles are delicious. The perfect balance of form and function, they maximize surface area of pancake-like exterior while providing convinient syrup-carring pouches for a quick waffle on the go. For millenia, the waffle has remained as it has always been, in its flawless glory perhaps the closest man has ever been to Steve the Baker. Until now.

I give you the stroopwafel. I ask first and foremost that you ignore the fact that it rhymes with four of Hitler’s top ten things to do on the weekends, and embrace it for what it is. Friends, it is not just a waffle.  It is two waffles. And between those waffles–a sweet jell which can only be described as so delicious, the Dutch have started eating stroopwafel instead of raw herring as their favorite national pasttime. Truly the snack that kids love and moms approve, may the stoopwaffle bring forth a new wave of prosperity onto the people of the Netherlands for millenia to come.