Photo by Suzanne Crocker
Five days a week for 7½ months translates into 150 breakfasts of eggs and mashed potato cakes. My family has reached their limit. Gerard can’t seem to swallow another egg. Sam is done on mashed potato cakes.
Breakfast clafouti and crepes are reserved for weekends because they require extra time. So that leaves smoothies or cooked rye grains as my breakfast alternatives.
That is until now….
Kate and Sam are away, competing at the Arctic Winter Games. In their absence, there have been fewer dishes to wash which has translated into more time to experiment. So I thought I would try waffles. I was not optimistic as I was missing one of the key ingredients – baking powder – and, of course, salt.
But what did I have to lose (other than some precious Red Fife wheat flour).
So I pulled out my 1969 Farmers Journal Homemade Bread recipe book and a General Electric waffle maker of about the same vintage (thank you Evelyn Dubois) and gave it a go.
Success!
Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside. Smothered in homemade butter and birch syrup. Didn’t seem to miss the baking powder, or the salt, in the least.
I will have a welcome breakfast surprise for Kate and Sam when they return!
Next challenge will be to try them with rye flour, as the wheat flour is in short supply.
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They sound and look delicious! Spring/summer is coming and with it blueberries. Great for your waffles! Also, Mrs. Secker had a friend who was an U.E..L. and as they travelled west with their cow, supplies were scarce. When blueberries were in season, the children picked, Mom cooked them with a sweetener then poured them into a bowl lined with slices of bread (likely stale bread). Placed a slice on top then put a plate over top and pressed it down with something heavy. Over night keeping it cool the served with cream for dessert, or Sunday morning breakfast.
They sound and look delicious! Spring/summer is coming and with it blueberries. Great for your waffles! Also, Mrs. Secker had a friend who was an U.E..L. and as they travelled west with their cow, supplies were scarce. When blueberries were in season, the children picked, Mom cooked them with a sweetener then poured them into a bowl lined with slices of bread (likely stale bread). Placed a slice on top then put a plate over top and pressed it down with something heavy. Over night keeping it cool the served with cream for dessert, or Sunday morning breakfast.