The Croissantwaf’fly. Or the Croffle as my daughter likes to call it. Waffled croissant in the divine shape of a butterfly. From store-bought, kinda old, out-of-the-freezer croissants. I am partial to butterflies. Love ‘em. The transformation from egg to chrysalis to beautiful. The fluttering and strength in delicate wings, the ability to soar high, to be...
