breakfast & dessert
This particular weekend I was on fire. In an effort to get rid of an underused appliance, the waffle maker, I challenged myself to a waffle-a-thon. I haven't used this piece of equipment for at least a year, maybe two. It was about to go into the Goodwill box when I came across an Oat Cornmeal Waffle recipe I've been wanting to try. I whipped up a perfect baker's dozen and buried it under a mound of red and golden raspberries. I threw what I didn't eat into a freezer bag and now I have scads of leggo-my-eggo's in the icebox. They should last me the winter.
Donna Hay's Plum Clafoutis. I was mostly drawn to its strange surface pattern from the golden batter puffing up around the cut pieces of fruit. It looked like the top layer of a moon far far away.
I've justified my indulgences by consuming an obscene amount of fruit with each baked craving. I mean, it's a way more convincing argument for balanced nutrition than how school cafeterias count ketchup and fries as two servings of veggies, right.
But if I keep this up, I'll look like a bear in hibernation soon...