Stay away from my stroopwafel

So I trudged through Utrecht Central, craving espresso and stopped by the Appie To Go. I walked in a wide arc past the fresh raspberries (which I’m not allowed to buy anymore because four euros per container and I bought those things four times a week = 48 euros a month on raspberries = insane, this way we will never get rich) and then suddenly my eye landed on The Dangerous Profession of Sweetness.

And then it happened.

Peppernuts.

The fuckers are back in town.

There goes my summer body.

No, not even. Although I did hear from a colleague that they’ve already been spotted in the first store shelf. No, it’s the stroopwafels that make my lip quiver. To be honest, I have no idea if that’s from happiness or misery. AH stroopwafel banana-caramel, I see. Ah, surprising. A kind of Tony’s Chocolonely, come on, we’re all playing into the salty caramel vibe, but then we’re also squeezing in bananas. Original though. I’m impressed. Next to the banana stroopwafels, another package winks at me. Stroopwafels with orange. Wokee, interesting. A bit crazy though. Right? I think. I’m already standing a bit less firmly on my legs. And then it came. Stroopwafels with – I kid you not – strawberry. STRAWBERRY. AND THEN MANGO-CHILI. AND THEN ROSEMARY SEA SALT STROOPWAFELS AND THEN I FAINTED AT THE LAVENDER-BLACK PEPPER STROOPWAFELS.

Long story short: I’m not really sure if we’ve gone completely CRAZY in this tolerant anything-goes society (I can already see the Facebook group ‘Stay away from our stroopwafels!!!’ being born) or if I actually find this exciting again. Or something. Anyway, the sweet spicy fruitylicious stroopwafel has thrown me off my game. You know what? I’m buying all those fuckers and soon a culinary video from my side. Very curious. Stay tuned.