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Yeasted Waffles

Waffles have become a Saturday morning tradition at my house. We have waffles, fruit, and sausage or bacon. Normally I make buttermilk waffles which are lovely things.

When you have one really good waffle recipe, do you need another? No, but I don't need another pair of shoes either, and that has never kept me off of Zappos.

The thing about baking bread is that before you know it you've started buying yeast in bulk, and then you've got this big container of yeast in your freezer and you start looking for excuses to use it. I have a friend who swears by his yeasted pancake recipe, and I have every intention of trying it as soon as he actually shares it with me. (I just emailed him about it, in fact.)

I've been playing around with things that you can mix up when things are quiet and then bake when you're ready. Waffles that rise overnight seem like just the thing for busy Saturday mornings. You do most of the work Friday night after you've dealt with the dinner dishes, and then when you get up on Friday morning you plug in the waffle iron, mix a couple of eggs into the batter and you're a breakfast hero. It doesn't hurt that these are crisp on the outside and fantastically fluffy on the inside.  They even do well if you wrap up the extras and run them through the toaster on Monday morning.

Yeasted waffles

Yeasted Waffles

Ingredients:

the night before:
2 cups milk
½ cup (1 stick) butter
½ cup water
1 teaspoon sugar
1 teaspoon yeast
1 teaspoon salt
3 cups white whole wheat flour

the morning of:
2 eggs
½ teaspoon baking soda

Method:

The night before, slice butter into chunks and place in a large mixing bowl. Heat milk and water until steaming but not boiling in a small saucepan or the microwave safe container. Pour over butter. Stir to melt butter.

When milk is warm to the touch but no longer hot, stir in the yeast and sugar. Add salt. Stir in flour one cup at a time. Cover and allow to sit overnight. (Or, allow to rise for two hours and then store in the refrigerator for up to 3 days.)

On Waffle Day, plug in your waffle iron. Slice fruit. Start sausage. Brew coffee. Beat eggs and baking soda together and then beat into waffle batter. Cook according to your waffle iron's directions.
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