I have been in a brunch state of mind.
Who would think you could get into a brunch state of mind? As if I could just fall out of a Hamptons state of mind, through a Martha Stewart state of mind, and right into brunch, with a clang of crystal.
But here I am, caught up in the idea that fifty percent of my children in school means that I can blithely invite unsuspecting friends to my home.
Can we talk about my home, please? The elderly couple who built this house as their dream home kept it pristine condition, a perfectly beige late 70s capsule. The original carpets, every tuft babied; the walls, not a patch in sight. It was their house, and for thirty years it was loved. And now, this house is in an abusive relationship. Dry erase marker on the carpet, walls, and doors. There is crayon or pencil on the wall of every room and many surfaces--and I must confess that I haven't gotten around to cleaning it because my one regrettable lament is that every wall is textured and therefore against the 8th amendment to scrub. (Heavens knows that I don't want to be ruled unconstitutional.) The paint is chipped, and the staircase suffers from the constant up and down clattering of boys. I hope this place can take such a careless, violent love.
But out go the phone calls. Please, come over! We'll sit in the kitchen, I'll set the table, the children outside in the yard. Don't stare at the marker stains.
And what will we have? Why, caramel-apple syrup on yeasted waffles.
You HAVE to make this batter ahead and leave it for a day, it just tastes better. I always double the recipe, cool the extra waffles, and put them in a ziploc bag and freeze them. Then in the morning when I am stumbling around like Frankenstein's monster and the children are talking soloudandsofast, I throw a waffle in the microwave for a little less than a minute, and the kids are sated. This recipe is so great that the waffles are still crispy when reheated in the micro.
*Jane is right, 3 TBL is the way to go.