I put this recipe for Very Crispy Waffles in The Cozy Coloring Cookbook a few years ago (I can’t believe it came out two whole years ago) and realized I have never ever shared it! This recipe was developed by Billy, while I was developing another recipe.
Sometimes we work that way. I’ll give him an idea, a jumping off platform, he’ll do the research and begin. And then I’ll work on something else and by the end of our trials we usually have things for the other person to try. And then we tweak and adjust from there.
These were inspired by the waffles at Dinette in Los Angeles. Maybe the best waffle I’ve ever had. It’s super crispy and VERY sweet (not my favorite aspect of them, tbh) and then they’re topped with sea salt and some maple syrup. THEY ARE SO GOOD.
In the name of research, we headed to Dinette in Echo Park to eat them. These waffles have actually been something I’ve really missed about not living in Echo Park. I think of them constantly lol. So I figured I’d better learn how to make something similar.
Every year Valentine’s Day approaches and I’m like, oh please make it stop. The other day I was reading Anne’s post, which reminded me how much I loved Valentine’s Day as a kid. All those school parties! All the treats, candies and glittery, handmade valentines I’d send my friends—why am I so meh about it now?! Oh yeh…there was that one time…
I was in third grade and had convinced my mom that it was very necessary to go to the grocery store and buy a few dozen of those shitty cupcakes with tons of sprinkles and stuff on ’em. I was pumped. So stoked. I went to class, I had my cute outfit on, had my Valentine’s day pocket-thingys…you know, the big heart with the front pocket so friends could put V-Day cards in ’em.
Right before the party we had recess so the adults could set up and get everything ready. This is when things took a turn for the worst.
I remember walking past the swing set, not paying attention at all because my mind was on the party, and then boom! Seemingly out of nowhere a gigantic foot hit my face. I fell to the ground and all I could hear is one kid yelling, “Ew! Gross! She’s bleeding.” I remember saying, “No I’m noooot!” Because, if I was bleeding I knew what that meant; it meant no party. And that was totally unacceptable.
Soon enough an adult headed over and I was carried to the school doctor. I remember looking in the mirror, as the nurse attempted to console me, taking note of my gigantic lip and bloody shirt. Pretty sure I still asked if I could go to the party. I knew the answer but I had to give it one last shot. My dad came rushing from work and took me to Chili’s. We sat at the bar area and I drank a milkshake and had the fajitas. It was my favorite, but nothing could top the party.
You guys, my keys are still lost but WHO CARES! We have waffles! And not just any waffles, but my new favorites. Rye. Can we please talk about how obsessed I am with all these rye. Even mentioning this right now makes me crave a pastrami sandwich and a cel-ray soda. My love of rye is reeeaaal. I like my rye bread with lots of caraway seeds, by the way. And I like pickles on the side. Lots of them. Have you ever met a person who didn’t like pickles?! I have. They’re not to be trusted.
These rye waffles taste exactly nothing like a pastrami sandwich. They’re very breakfast-ey. The rye gives them a certain earthiness that’s fun to experience bright and early in the morning. The secret-fun-ingredient is ground all-spice. It just chills on the back of your tongue and you’re like, what is that?! It’s pleasant, not overbearing and just delightful, really.
Secret: For the past year I’ve been totally enamored with a certain cookbook. I’ve read it in bed, read it on airplanes, read it standing up in the kitchen and cooked from it over and over again. (Examples here and here.) It’s the dreamiest book about my favorite subject in the entire world. There are no pictures, just words, great words, in fact. And recipes that have all worked for me.
Marion Cunningham’s Breakfast Book is a gem. It’s the little black dress of my kitchen. I use it all the time for inspiration or as a base recipe, adding and subtracting what I like.
This recipe for Marion Cunningham’s Yeasted Waffles is a throwback. Maybe one of the most famous recipes ever. I hesitated whether I should share it with you because, I dunno, it’s everywhere on the internets. But I just love it so hopefully this will be new to one or two of you.