Sunday was the birthday of Elvis Aaron Presley. And around these parts, that date is celebrated as somewhat of a holy day.
Last year, Walt brought some Elvis-themed food to work. This year he topped himself, bringing a professional waffle iron and making Peanut Butter and Banana Waffles for everyone.
The smell emanating from his concoction tormented all who were in the room. I had visions of floating on my tiptoes Fred Flinstone-style toward the kitchen, buoyed only by the aroma.
Secret weapon: the Christmas mixing jug.
My first impression was that it looked like he was making it in a Miracle Whip jar.
"Are you making that with mayonnaise? I asked.
The answer was no. Secretly I hoped it was yes. If for no other reason than authenticity sake.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Viscous peanut-butter-filled waffle batter.
Could there be a more perfect foodstuff? I think not.
And, viola'! Minutes later, golden brown heaven.
All of which started attracting a crowd. As people got word of the treats, they started running - running - for the kitchen.
The definition of masochism? Watching Peanut Butter and Banana Waffles being cooked while snacking on a baby carrot.
But you can't make pancakes in a professional workplace setting without making a bit of a mess. After dropping the first batch in the elevator - and spraying a few bystanders - a supplementary run to the grocery store produced additional supplies. Walt's shoes were worse for wear, as was...
...the place where Elvis' belt buckle would have been.
Next time, Walt should wear his protective jumpsuit.