Mother's Day is coming up. If you're looking for a gift, stop by the Waffleizer Amazon.com store. There are, of course, waffle irons. If your mom might like a cookbook, the list of James Beard Essential Baking Books is here. Or just grab Gale Gand's brunch cookbook.
Or maybe the new Josh Ritter album?
Or consider an Amazon.com gift card; they'll even give you a card to print out.
Let's face it. It's hard for me to know what your mom will like.
Although, having said that, if you're thinking of making breakfast or brunch for Mom, might I suggest waffled french toast? I bet she'd like that.
Finally, if you're my mom, I love you. Thanks for being such a great mom.
Happy Mother's Day.
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Apropos of nothing, I offer the following: Don't you hate it when your favorite sitcom does a clip show? Or when newspaper columnists run letters from readers?
What a copout.
Say, would you believe I get some pretty great email? Probably the No. 1 email I get is some variation on, "Hey, do you have a good recipe for waffles?"
I do, yes. I appreciate your concern, though.
Most of the emails I receive are lovely, and many of them make me laugh.
The people whose emails I'm quoting below were not only kind enough to take the time to send thoughtful emails, but also kind enough to grant me permission to reprint their email on the blog.
I love your blog. LOVE IT. I found it via a Lifehacker article my boyfriend sent me and I haven't been able to stop reading it since. I literally never thought about using my waffle iron for anything other than waffles, which I now realize is truly sad. Maybe even wrong.
Your blog actually entered my life at a very appropriate time, as my oven is currently inoperable and I thought I was going to have to eat microwave food for the foreseeable future.
So thank you, waffleizer. Thank you.
It's been a while since I got this email, so I bet she's been able to stop reading since — if only long enough to get the oven fixed.
I'm having so much fun reading your blog.
It almost makes me forget my painfully scarred childhood history of waffle abuse.
My father, a professor of Food Science and Nutrition at a university, made waffles for his children 5 mornings a week and also sometimes on Saturday and Sunday nights. Since he was basically a lab rat, he never made the same waffles twice.
Some of his *gulp* innovations weren't as clever as yours. Since then, I haven't been able to face waffles, but I'm starting to think I should keep an eye out for a waffler of my own... at Goodwill. Let's not go crazy and invest me too much in this insanity.
I'd rather just watch yours.
"Starting to think I should keep an eye out for a waffler ..." That's an improvement over the No. 2 email I get, which is the one that says, "Wow, I wish I had a waffle iron!"
I heard you on KCRW's Good Food. Thanks for an entertaining interview. It inspired the following:
Once Peeps went on sale this year we had a big party at work and a bunch of us cooked, maimed, deep fried, creme brulee'd, paninied and waffelized Peeps (we also made Peep smores in my homemade pizza box solar oven).
Now I'm desperately trying to clean the Peep remains from my waffle maker but it's tough going. Is there anything on your blog about cleaning messy/sticky/gooey/impossible waffle fixings?
On a coworker's recommendation I took a damp drier sheet and placed it in my turned-on waffle maker. That definitely softened the toughest parts but there's still much more to do and I don't want to ruin my nearly new waffle maker.
Would you please post something on your FAQ or send over advice? Perhaps baking soda with a tooth brush?
Thank you in advance from Peep loving Los Angeles,
This email made me laugh — a lot. In a train station, in public. She and I went back and forth on this subject. In the end, she sent me a photo of the waffled peeps, which I posted on Twitter. Good times.
Corn bread! Macaroni and cheese! Sandwiches?! Crazy talk, all of it.
I discovered your column through Unclutterer.com and the rather lively discussion regarding a waffle iron's status as a unitasker. That question was exactly the reason I'd postponed buying one...I just didn't want yet another appliance gathering dust and creating guilt. I mentioned it to my husband, aka Old Waffle Head, and he asked for a waffle iron for his birthday...go figure! Not that he'll cook anything, Goddess forbid, but in the hope that I would be inspired to cook for him. So...done deal.
We've had so much fun! I don't have any inspired and unusual recipes to offer - I just wanted to let you know that you've been a real inspiration to a whole family of Waffle Heads. Our 6-year-old granddaughter loves waffled/grilled cheese, and PB&J (if you make one for yourself, maintain a healthy border or the filling gooshes out - a real mess to clean up). Ditto cheese quesadilla.
As a Southerner, I consider corn bread to be sacramental. And I mean real Southern-style buttermilk corn bread - no sugar, hardly any white flour, dash of cayenne. I would never have believed it could be improved upon - until I waffled it. My oh my. Bless that iron and pass the black-eyed peas.
Now if you could just perfect the waffled mac & cheese, my granddaughter will be the star of her kindergarten class.
— L. A.
Just thought I should let you know what havoc you have inspired: I bought a second waffle iron at Goodwill this morning. My husband will never forgive me and it's all your fault.
I would just like to say: I still only have the one waffle iron, though for special projects I have been known to borrow one from a friend. Maybe when this whole thing is over, I'll treat myself to a new one — waffle iron, not friend.
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I'm traveling for a few weeks. New York City, London and Mallorca. No blog updates while I'm gone, though you can still find me on Twitter.
I'll be back before you know it.
Don't waffle anything I wouldn't waffle.