I love me some symbolism.
Like, red in the Colorado flag, to symbolize the state’s red soil. Or the Mandala, to stand for eternal harmony. Or even a blue star on the side of a silver helmet. This stands for a team allergic to playoff victories.
Symbolism isn’t lost on me in the kitchen, either.
Here’s the recipe for my Brown and White Sugar Waffles. They’re representative of my children, actually, part brown like dad, half white, like mom. In perfect harmony, ironed to light and crispy perfection, with a hint of vanilla.
Coach Daddy’s Brown and White Waffles (For People of All Colors)
What you’ll need:
- 2 cups all-purpose unbleached flour
- Pinch of salt
- 4 teaspoons baking powder
- 2 tablespoons brown sugar
- 2 tablespoons white sugar
- 1 capful vanilla
- 2 eggs
- 1 1/2 cups warm milk
- 1/3 cup melted butter
What you’ll do
Mix flour, salt, baking powder, white sugar and brown sugar in a large bowl. Set aside.
Preheat waffle iron. I’d say about 3/4 of maximum heat.
Beat eggs in a separate bowl. I find that 97 strokes works best. (Or any prime number up around 100.)
Stir in milk, vanilla, and butter. Do butter last, and start whipping immediately. If you leave butter and milk sitting without beating them together, they’ll have a hard time mixing the way they should. Like Congress, perhaps.
Pour the wet ingredients into the dry, or dry into the wet. For great chefs, maybe there’s a difference. I’ve been unable to find one so far.
Ladle batter into waffle iron. Add a little butter to the bottom tray.
Don’t overfill, or you’ll have a mess to clean. Watch the waffle iron’s light indicator, or give it a reasonable time to cook, like, say, the duration of Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You is probably too long.
(Turn Me On by Norah Jones works best for me. Even when I’m not making waffles.)
Norah will help you to golden, crispy waffles. They’ll look like heaven.
My dad’s New Mexican heritage influences me in the kitchen. Manitos, as they call themselves, put a fried egg on everything. (The Tejanos actually gave New Mexicans that nickname. It means little brother, from hermanito.)
Manitos have the right idea, if you ask me.