I've been catching whiffs of fall in the air for weeks now, but since Labor Day has come and gone, I suppose it's official now. I only jumped the gun a wee little bit when I made these absolutely divine pumpkin ginger waffles for breakfast Sunday. I whipped up the batter, and Mark (who has infinitely greater patience) manned the waffle iron. The result was utter perfection and one bite sent my brain reeling with images of brisk walks through the woods, cozy knit hats and scarves, vibrant leaves fluttering down from the sky, and hot cider slowly savored around a bonfire. Can you tell I've got a soft spot for autumn?
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