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Waffle madness
Aug. 9th, 2009 02:40 pmThis morning, I invited a bunch of my friends to go on a bike ride and then eat waffles for brunch at our house. Need I say more? Probably not. One of my favorite parts was running around, whipping up batches of waffle batter--I used the good old standby recipe from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annikusrex's parents, for wheat germ waffles, and also made up some lavender waffles from a recipe out of the Cafe Flora cookbook. I'd say the lavender waffles were all right, but not really that exciting. The wheat germ waffles, well, they are hearty and delicious, especially when they are smothered in all kinds of fruit toppings and whipped cream and ice cream. It might be cool to do some sort of waffle recipe exchange, methinks. I don't know how much I actually ended up eating because I mostly ate in bits and snatches while madly dashing about the kitchen, but the bits and snatches were splendid.
Making waffles for everyone reminded me of making waffles for the women's crew back in college. There was one particular round of waffle-making at the end of spring break one year that is one of my fondest rowing memories. It was the very end of spring break, the end of a week of double- and triple-practices (all we did was eat, sleep, and row), and that morning we went rowing and then had an end-of-break brunch. I think I'd invited the crew over for pancakes or waffles once before, so the decision to make waffles was out of my hands--they commanded waffles, so I made them. I don't remember how many of us were there, but I do know that we finished off 6 bottles of champagne and I was a little bit tipsy on the walk home. I didn't really drink much in college, and champagne definitely goes straight to my head, so it was an odd, euphoric feeling.
We rowers did a lot of fantastic eating through college. As I was telling the gang that went biking this morning, for many rowers one of the best parts of rowing is getting to eat a hearty breakfast afterwards, when you're kind of exhausted from working hard but aren't quite ready to get up and face the day.
But on that note, it's almost three o'clock, so it's time to actually do something--off to the Bike Saviours for a while.
annikusrex's parents, for wheat germ waffles, and also made up some lavender waffles from a recipe out of the Cafe Flora cookbook. I'd say the lavender waffles were all right, but not really that exciting. The wheat germ waffles, well, they are hearty and delicious, especially when they are smothered in all kinds of fruit toppings and whipped cream and ice cream. It might be cool to do some sort of waffle recipe exchange, methinks. I don't know how much I actually ended up eating because I mostly ate in bits and snatches while madly dashing about the kitchen, but the bits and snatches were splendid.Making waffles for everyone reminded me of making waffles for the women's crew back in college. There was one particular round of waffle-making at the end of spring break one year that is one of my fondest rowing memories. It was the very end of spring break, the end of a week of double- and triple-practices (all we did was eat, sleep, and row), and that morning we went rowing and then had an end-of-break brunch. I think I'd invited the crew over for pancakes or waffles once before, so the decision to make waffles was out of my hands--they commanded waffles, so I made them. I don't remember how many of us were there, but I do know that we finished off 6 bottles of champagne and I was a little bit tipsy on the walk home. I didn't really drink much in college, and champagne definitely goes straight to my head, so it was an odd, euphoric feeling.
We rowers did a lot of fantastic eating through college. As I was telling the gang that went biking this morning, for many rowers one of the best parts of rowing is getting to eat a hearty breakfast afterwards, when you're kind of exhausted from working hard but aren't quite ready to get up and face the day.
But on that note, it's almost three o'clock, so it's time to actually do something--off to the Bike Saviours for a while.
