I fixed waffles for Will, the morning we packed his car and one other, to take him back to ECU.
He was so excited to get waffles, and he ate 3.
I suppose it had been years since I had made them.
When I make waffles, I don’t make a ½ batch or even ¼ of a batch, I make enough for at least 8 waffles.
I figure, they will be good for me to snack on with a little bit of blackberry jam or to reheat for the next day’s breakfast that I don’t have to slave over.
Making waffles isn’t difficult.
The waffle maker is about 15 years old and although it hasn’t been on the counter in about 3 years, I still remember how to read the Bisquick box and poop out those puppies.
The batter was perfect and I always add a little vanilla flavoring for that fake homemade taste.
I let the batter sit in the refrigerator for about an hour, to “ferment”.
This morning Lucy and Ethel came to visit.
The waffle maker was hot and the batter went in.
I waited until the light went off and opened the lid.
I guess you can figure out what happened.
The waffle maker didn’t make waffles.
In fact, I’m not sure what you would call it, other than a huge mess.
I stood there stupefied; another kitchen appliance turned on me.
I texted my friend Wendi Meredith, The Art of Frugality guru, with the photo and said, “What did I do wrong?”
Wendi texted me back, “Did you spray Pam?”
My reply was “No.”
I thought I heard her laughter from 150 miles away.
Although I generally use a cooking spray, I didn’t, because it was Teflon coated. This time it mattered.
I used the vegetable brush, the dishwashing brush, and the Pampered Chef scraping tool that seemed to work the best.
I thought about bringing out the dental pick and getting the last fragments off the waffle teeth.
What? Don’t you have dental picks for mechanical and food emergencies?
They’re great for dental emergencies too.
However, I thought it might ruin the Teflon coating, so I sprayed it with water.
And yes, I unplugged it.
I may be challenged in the kitchen, but I know about electricity and water.
I’m hoping that the batter gets soft enough to finish scraping before Will and Scott want waffles.
It would be just another bullet in their arsenal of snide remarks.
If I can’t get it cleaned, I’ll hide it in the oven and tell them we’re going out for breakfast, because I still want waffles.
I wonder if you can make waffles in a Crock pot.
I hope your day is perfect, like golden brown waffles smothered in butter, light syrup and blackberry jam.
Yum. I may have to go out for breakfast- the waffle maker is still drying.
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