Stroopwafles

Hey, Stroop! Yo, Stooper!
(it was a car commercial,
that's the joke)

Product: Mini Stroopwafels
Origin: Holland

First looks

Katie:
Something that's going to be good! I hope. This is what I was hoping the gluten-free waffles were going to be like. Fingers crossed.

Nick:
Wow, what's this? These look wonderful! Are we sure there isn't something wrong with these, like they're sugar free, or gluten free, or non-GMO, or sugar free non GMO vegan, or baked in a pitch black Belgian cave by blind elves and they're made from glowing sexually depraved cannibal fungus that feeds on nightmares where your teeth fall out or something? No? The side of the bag just says vegetarian, and I'd be a little worried if they weren't. There's no way these aren't going to at least be okay. Right? Yeah.

Post-bite thoughts

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Katie:
Aw, yessssss. These are so good. Thank you, Holland. You gave us fun words to say like Knickerbocker, Patroon, Rensselaer (one of the local shibboleths and how we can tell someone isn't from here, leave yours in the comments), and Stuyvesant (for the love of Peter himself, pronounce it Sty-vuh-sint).  So many great gifts but the greatest is stroopwafels. And also the founding of New York City (previously New Amsterdam). That and stroopwafels.

Nick:
These are great! They're like a cross between a waffle and a little, very slightly chewy cookie. The front of the bag says caramel, but it tastes more like cinnamon to me. I could eat these by the handful. They're very tasty out of the bag and I bet they'd be even better with some nice hot tea if it wasn't like 80 degrees out right now. Nice job, Holland! You did it! Give me more stroopwafels!