Flash in the Pan

Technically, this is New Jersey (Newark, to be exact) at a Marriott's SpringHill Suites. A good location - about 10 miles from Manhattan and a price of $109 with a king bed, queen sofa bed, fridge and microwave, free Internet access, and a pool. Oh, yes, and breakfast in the morning is included. It's one of the better morning meals I've seen included in a room fee, with sausage patties and eggs for making sandwiches, yogurt, cereals, and so on. But what took me by surprise was the sight of two commercial waffle makers. The hotel leaves out individual servings of waffle batter. You open the iron, pour it in, close and spin it upside down, and wait for the beeping that says it's done. Fake waffle syrup, unfortunately, but we're not in western Massachusetts at the moment, so the real thing is not so plentiful. At the writing conference I've been attending, I spoke with a colleague, Daylle Deana Schwartz, music industry maven and relationship writer. She was on a book tour last year and said that I'm behind the times, as the DIY waffle making is in many places. Guess I don't get 'round much anymore.

Labels: Daylle Deana Schwartz, New York, Newark, travel, waffles