Q:If Breakfast for Dinner is Brinner, What is Dessert for Breakfast? A: Banana Waffles!

September 2, 2012

in Domesticated Dishes, Encore Worthy, Sound Bites, Vegetarian-Ish

Sundays are a big deal around here. The Big Man is usually off from work, which means I get to sleep in until at least 7am, go for a run walk, and then get the kids up in time for Family Breakfast at 8am sharp.

What? Just because Sunday’s a day of rest, doesn’t mean we can’t rest on schedule.

It’s something we look forward to all week long. Of course, if the Little Man would learn to tell what day of the week it is, that might help ease the anticipation, as we tend to end every single night with:

Me: I’ll see you in the morning, buddy!

Little Man: Eggs, Juice, Toast!

Me: Tomorrow’s Monday, sweetie.

Little Man: Oh. Cereal or Oatmeal. Huh.

And don’t think its just because Sunday’s the only day he gets a) juice and/or b) toast with jelly.

Yes. I’m that mom. The one that decided jelly has too much sugar to make an every-day lunch appearance. Don’t worry, the ghosts of Christmas past and future are putting out a hit on my “cool mom” status even as we speak.

And its probably not because Sunday’s the day when the Big Man gets to do the dishes instead of this gal.

Although that may or may not be my favorite part of the day…

It’s because on Sundays, the Big Man rules the kitchen.

And boy, does that man know his way around an omelette pan.

It is a sight to behold. He chops, dices, and grates his ingredients at a speed guaranteed to make him indispensable in Top Chef’s next mis en place challenge. He carefully selects his seasonings of the day, sniffs, tastes, and pinches each out in just the right amount, slaps a piece of good old American Cheese on that baby, and flips it high into the air.

He even catches it.

In the pan even.

Usually.

It’s breakfast, a show, and – assuming you don’t make the life-altering mistake of stepping into his kitchen without an engraved invitation – a fantastic time for all of us to bond over the best sausage-flavored eggs you’ve ever tasted.

In case you failed to notice, however, this post is not entitled “Meatless Sausage Omlettes.” Partly because I’m not sure if eggs count as meat or not. I mean, if fertilized, they do eventually become chickens…which are meat. But I buy them in the dairy section. Even though they don’t, to my knowledge, come from cows. And I think I’ve read enough children’s farm books at this point to be considered quite the expert on where eggs come from.

And while, yes, I could probably just come up with a cooler name than “Meatless Sausage Omlettes” if I had another glass of wine, it wouldn’t matter much as the Big Man isn’t about to give up his signature secrets.

After all, if just anyone could make the Little’s their favorite meatless sausage omlettes, then he’d only have his time, attention, and affection to win them over with.

And with these kids? Everyone needs an edge. Or candy.

So I don’t actually know how to make his meatless sausage omelettes mystery eggs. The first few times the Big Man had to miss Family Breakfast, I tried valiantly to fill in at the omlet station. Much to everyone’s dismay. Sure, I can toast a piece of whole wheat bread with the best of them, but perfectly seasoning an omelette to taste exactly like your favorite Hillshire Farm link isn’t as easy as it would seem.

When the Little Man started simultaneously pleading for a return of either his oatmeal or his daddy on Sundays, I realized that if I wanted to keep the joy of Sunday Family Breakfast more in line with a picnic in the park than a forced march through the Sahara at noon, I’d have to come up with my own bag of tricks.

Enter Banana Waffles.

 

Sure, you might claim I’m playing dirty, considering you could stick a banana in a bowl full of broccoli and the Littles would think it a treat fit for the gods,but it’s not like I could give them popsicles for breakfast….?

But when its just you and the Littles, staring each other down over your 7th bowl of oatmeal in a row, silently daring them to blink first, wondering when, exactly, they’ll develop the skills to load the dishwasher on their own, you do what you have to do.

And what I do? Is Banana Waffles.

With butter.

And maple syrup.

And, if you are very, very lucky, and if the Big Man hasn’t discovered I bought it before Sunday, real whip cream.

Of course, if you’re going to have real whip cream, you may as well have some chocolate chips/sprinkles/strawberries to go with it.

I mean, really, it wouldn’t be dessert breakfast without them!

Sure, the only meat flavored item you’ll find on this dish is a side of bacon. But, as of now, there has yet to be a single mutiny on my watch.

And when it all comes down to it, isn’t that what parenting’s all about?

Banana Waffles
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Dish: Breakfast, Dessert
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Feeds: 12
 
Cook time is per individual waffle
Ingredients
  • 1¾cups Flour
  • 2Tbsp Sugar
  • 1Tbsp Baking Powder
  • ¼tsp Kosher Salt
  • 2 Eggs
  • 1¼cup Whole Milk
  • 3 Ripe Bananas
  • ½cup Butter, Melted
  • 1tsp Mexican Pure Vanilla Extract
Instructions
  1. In a large bowl, sift together 1¾cups flour, 2Tbsp sugar, 1Tbsp baking powder, and ¼tsp salt. Build up around the sides to make a well in the center of flour mixture.
  2. In a small bowl, beat the two eggs together just a little until only slightly beaten, then mix in 1¼cup whole milk, ½cup melted butter, and 1tsp vanilla.
  3. In a small bowl, mash 3 bananas as well as you can.
  4. Add to egg mixture and mashed bananas to flour mixture and mix to combine, leaving the dough slightly lumpy.
  5. Pour mixture, ¾cup at a time, onto waffle maker and cook for 6½ minutes each until golden brown (this is 2 cycles on my waffle maker).
  6. Serve immediately with all the fixin's.
Notes
There's no way not to make too many of these. Just pop the leftovers in freezer bags, two to a bag, and freeze until you need them. And be sure to brag to your friends about how you make everything from scratch just as the Little Man decides he'd like waffles for breakfast, and goes to the freezer to pull some out...

 

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