I had to separate out egg yolks! And whip the egg whites until "stiff peaks" formed! And use buttermilk! Which turns out is just watered down cottage cheese.
We're just going to do this once a year.
But the recipe was a-a-a-mazing! Thank you Williams-Sonoma.com. Thank you.
The official name of the recipe is Cinnamon Waffles with Caramelized Apples and you can find the recipe here. All we did was swap out the regular flour for King Arthur's GLUTEN-FREE All-Purpose Flour and voila! A magical cinnamon-laced plateful of fluffiness topped with caramel apples and a hint of frosty air, red rain boots, and tangerine leaves that would make even an autumn pumpkin cry.
So now the pictures.
My handsome helpers
Abram ate lots of apples and helped by picking up stray apple peels (that john purposely flicked to the ground causing Abram to burst into giggles before Abe would pick them up and throw them into the trash).
Abram wanted his bear to join us. I swear, I didn't bring him in for a photo op.
We made hot chocolate too! Which ended up being a really bad idea because it pushed our sugar levels over the edge. The hot chocolate was a little too much.
Plus the hot chocolate maker was really loud.
Anyways, back to the waffles. Mmmm...
Here's our fancy table setting. Paper towels and all.
And the final product. Magical cinnamon apple fluffiness.
We were so excited we forgot the whipped cream! Which was probably a good thing. Oh. I was there too.
All in all, it was a successful family fall event and we are definitely going to make these again! A couple things for me to remember next year:
- I'm not going to include a sugary drink with this meal again. Waaaaaay too much sugar.
- The recipe only made 4 waffles, so I think I'll double it next year so we can have some left overs.
And a side story:
Tonight as we were getting Abram ready for bed, he was kicking and screaming because he's going through this phase where he doesn't want to wear clothes. Normally we try and distract him with books while we change him or try to get him to choose between different pajama's and all that jazz. Trust us. We've read some parenting blogs. We know what we're doing. But tonight I decided to pull out the big guns.
Remember that whipped cream we didn't use earlier? Since Abram has never had whipped cream in his life, I thought this particular fit of rage would be a good time to introduce it. I walked into the room, whipped out the whipped cream and Abram paused. I shook the bottle and sprayed a little whipped cream morsel on Abram's finger. He curiously examined the white fluff on his finger and then popped it into his mouth. After letting the taste and texture sink in, he looked up at John and I and whispered with a smile, "Whoaaaaaa."
Good day today.
