If you're friends with me here, you probably have heard me talking non-stop about how bad I want a Belgium waffle with Nutella on it. And I do mean non-stop. I pass waffle stands on every single street in London and wonder how I have gone a month without drunkenly racing to the stand to gorge myself. (Sorry Mom, I do this sober too) Basically all I do is dream about food, eating food, what food I'm going to eat next and so on, but on Sunday when Margaret, Whitney and I power- walked to the Portobello Market in Notting Hill, I stumbled upon waffle utopia, and it was a beautiful sight to see. Plain waffles, waffles with nutella, waffles adorned with fruit, they had it all. I got a hot-off the buttered-oven Belgium waffle covered in dark chocolate with whip cream and strawberries. Pretty much I went to heaven and back in the form of a waffle. Look how happy I look!