Sunday morning dawned sunny and warm. We received some actual snow on Sunday, and everything was frosted with a fluffy coating. I pulled on my boots (which have been terribly neglected this winter) and took a walk in the sunshine. Beautiful!
It felt like a waffle day. The guys had planned to go skiing, but Charlie woke up with a nasty migraine, so plans changed. What better medicine for a headache than the smell of bacon?
I had picked up bacon at a little meat market in Delano the weekend before, so it was time to bake it up. It is the ONLY way I cook bacon anymore: line a big rimmed baking sheet with aluminum foil, place a cooking rack on top, lay out the bacon slices, and bake in a 400 degree oven. Depending on the thickness of the bacon, it will take anywhere from 15-25 minutes. The fat drips off the bacon, it gets yummy as only bacon can, and you don't have to clean grease spatters off your stove or figure out what to do with bacon grease. Just pull out the foil and toss the whole thing in the trash.
The only waffle recipe I will ever make is from Susan Branch, I have literally been making this same recipe for 20 years, and it is one of the few recipes I can make by heart. It is from this cookbook:
I will share the recipe (with my little alteration) here, it is nowhere near as pretty as it is in the cookbook!
On this day, we gathered at the dining room table and enjoyed the waffles with warmed real maple syrup and European butter (oh yes we did, Heather! I am still a butter snob...) and fresh blueberries and whipped cream.
Not a bad way to start a Sunday, and I do believe it helped Charlie's headache.