A few years ago I was stricken with a rather horrifying cough while backpacking in Poland. Once I’d coughed out both my lungs and shoved them back into my chest cavity I ventured out into town in search of a healthy treat. “I know! I’ll find a fruit salad,” I thought to myself. “Surely I’ll be able to find a fruit salad!” Unless you’re blind you know where this is going… after walking all over town and looking at every menu I could find, I determined that there was absolutely not one single restaurant in town that could dish me up a bowl of fruit (like I’d enjoyed so many times before). The only place I could find an assortment of fruit was, sadly, atop this waffle, complete with my annual allowance of whipped cream. It was difficult, but I managed to get it down!