Daily Archives: November 2, 2011
HAPPY WAFFLE WEDNESDAY!!
Yes, that required all caps. Do you know how long it’s been since I last celebrated Waffle Wednesday??
Okay, so technically I ate a waffle for breakfast last Wednesday, but it was long gone before I realized what day of the week it was. They tend to all blur together these days.
But this morning I made sure to document it for you and I’ve got a winner of a “recipe” to share. This was really, really good. And I am a waffle snob.
Many of you probably already know that I am morally opposed to canned pumpkin. You guys. It’s a mashed vegetable in a can. It’s processed, it’s in a can, it’s “icky” factor is off the charts due to texture and scent.
But, you can’t deny that it’s good in some things. My favourite being the pumpkin cream cheese muffins we used to sell at Starbucks when I worked there. I’ve already made a healthier version of those, so when I found myself with leftover pumpkin in the fridge this morning, I knew it was time to make a waffle out of it.
Pumpkin Cream Cheese Waffle
Serves: 1 single lady
- 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
- 1 tbsp ground flaxseed
- 2 packets stevia (equal to 4 tsp sugar)
- 1/2 tsp pumpkin pie spice
- 1 tbsp baking powder
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 1/4 cup pure pumpkin puree
- 1 egg
- 6 tbsp club soda (use more or less to your liking)
- 2 tbsp cream cheese
Mix your first five dry ingredients together first, then stir in the wet ones down to the club soda. Mash the cream cheese into the batter using a fork, just enough so there are small chunks throughout.
The batter makes enough for one very large Belgian waffle (with some spillage on the sides) or two smaller Belgian waffles. Pictured above is the large one because I’m too impatient to wait for two. I also let my waffles cook close to 10 minutes for extra crispiness on the outside, but it’s even more important to do for the pumpkin ones!
I also tried to make it on the healthier side after the mass amounts of KitKats and Coffee Crunch I consumed over Halloween.
I was feeling pretty crappy yesterday when my dad came into my bedroom to see how I was doing. I told him I had a tummy ache from eating too much chocolate and he burst into laughter. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a 25-year-old who still needs her dad to take the candy away from her, or the fact it’s such a trivial complaint given the whole cancer thing, ha.
Anyways, off to carpe diem and shit!