I’m currently rocking an eight-pack from all of the belly laughs Scott and I had over this past weekend. Sometimes we can be extra funny (to ourselves) and the past few days have been a RIOT. Most of our belly-laughing-bouts end with one of us saying “if anyone had just heard/seen what we said/did…” and then the ab-seizing-belly-laughing continues. I wish I could be more transparent and divulge more of these hilarious, dorky moments with you – but the truth is we both know they wouldn’t translate – and you would probably seek to have me admitted. I will say, however, that our weekend ended with me walking out of the movie theater doing a spontaneously choreographed dance to the Mission Impossible soundtrack (it was very stealth-like). It began inside of the theater, then continued outside, down the street, in front of a full patio of people trying to enjoy their food at a restaurant, and all of the way to our car. While Scott held up his phone recording it for our future children and laughing his head off (yeah, THAT’s documented). People stared, questioning our sobriety – but the truth was the only thing we were jacked up on was trail mix, and a WHOLE lot of adrenaline, because that movie was SO GOOD.
My belly-laughing continues as I think back to the first time I used our waffle maker. I went into the depths of my Instagram feed to find THIS PICTURE. It’s Scott, drinking a beer as he rides his skateboard in front of his grandma’s house, with our makeshift clothesline (one end tied to a tree in the front yard, the other end closed in our car door) hanging in the background. I’ll never forget his cousin’s comment, “there goes Scott, single handedly bring down property values”. Excuse me while I go belly laugh some more. This was our first waffle day. We were sitting in our apartment in Arizona just a few days earlier, surrounded by boxes, getting ready to make the move to southern California – when I was like “I really want this waffle maker” and Scott was like “then order it and have it shipped to our new place in CA” and then I was like “want to marry me again?” And so it goes. We moved to California the next day, and the following morning our waffle maker arrived. We celebrated our move with waffles, skateboarding, beer, and laundry. It was the best. Now here we are a few years later, in Colorado, still belly-laughing and having waffle weekends (sometimes pancakes too). LIFE – what a trip, and I absolutely love it.
SIDE-NOTE: I want to thank every one of you who commented on my previous post for the giveaway. I was sincerely touched by so many of your comments and am still working through reading and responding to them all – they are just too wonderful. This really is a tiny world we live in, and it was made even smaller last week through all of our connections in that comment feed. I’m so grateful for all of you. And congratulations to Heidi and Sydney for winning copies of “Kind Ice Cream For You”! Please write to me with the email address you wish me to send your free download codes to!
Here is my giant Belgian waffle to top all giant Belgian waffles (I would like to give the Belgian a high five who helped us take waffle making to the next level). It’s light and fluffy with the perfect, crisp outer edge. I took my basic go-to waffle batter and added some sesame seeds, tahini, and swapped in honey for the maple syrup to make my new favorite waffle flavor. Ever. Honestly, if I got asked tomorrow “choose one waffle flavor for the rest of your life” (a very important, serious question that requires great thought) I would respond with “honey sesame”. There is something about the nutty sesame with the hint of honey in a waffle that makes perfect sense. The addition of fresh blueberries was essential, no waffle or pancake is being served at its best if its not topped with fresh fruit (according to Scott, and I agree).
Tid-Bits: The flours I use in here are pretty essential to its amazingness, so don’t skimp on the spelt and oat! (BUT if you are gluten intolerant, definitely swap out the spelt for your favorite gluten free flour mix. There is no reason to miss out.) If you don’t do honey – replace it with maple syrup. Not in a fancy-flavor-kind-of-morning-mood and want to go plane Jane? Leave out the tahini and sesame seeds. BAM. No matter what, just eat a waffle.
HONEY SESAME WAFFLES W/ BLUEBERRIES
Makes 1 large Belgian waffle.
1/4 cup whole spelt flour
1/4 cup + 2 tablespoons oat flour
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
2 teaspoons hulled sesame seeds
a good pinch of salt
2 teaspoons raw honey (or maple)
1 tablespoon ground sesame seed butter (tahini)
3/4 cup plain, unsweetened almond milk
pure maple syrup
Mix the dry ingredients together in a small bowl. Add the honey, tahini, and almond milk. Whisk vigorously until all of the honey and tahini have combined with the batter and there are no longer any flour clumps. Lightly spray the pre-heated waffle iron with coconut oil, pour in the batter, flip, and cook until that lovely little green light comes on letting you know the party may commence.
Top the waffle with a handful of fresh blueberries (or fresh, in-season, organic fruit of choice), coconut ribbons (optional), and a generous drizzle of maple syrup. Happy waffle eating!