Guest Submission: Sourdough Waffles


In my family we all grew up eating waffles for breakfast on the weekends. We had this ancient-of-days waffle iron that melted the front of our toaster, or maybe that was a griddle.

It made the best, most fluffy waffles I’ve ever tasted this side of the Mississippi. They were the essence of childhood itself.


Waffles have always had a place in my heart more than any other bread breakfast food. It became an obsession for me to get the recipe right. When I was old enough and could be trusted with basic household appliances I would try. Over and over and over and over.

We use the basic waffle recipe from Better Homes and Gardens. I’ll never forget the cookbook’s red and black criss-crossed cover, stained with water and who knows what. Yes life was complete.

That is until a few months ago. Fast forward nearly 16 years to now, when my wife and I discovered household sourdough starter kits.  (They’re amazing.) Ours, it’s name is Martha, has been growing for some time. I can’t recommend enough getting your own, it will change your life.

One day my wife came across this recipefor eggless sourdough waffles, we do eggless for dietary reasons (and a desire to not be writhing in pain afterward).

Every memory I had before that moment about waffles has been erased. Nothing can compare to the crisp, tangy, filling waffles that come from following this recipe.

The Recipe


300g (1 1/2 cups) 100%  sourdough starter
1 1/2 cups white whole wheat flour*
2 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
3 to 4 tbls sugar (I only use 3)**
1/2 tsp apple cider vinegar
1 cup milk***
2 tbls fat (coconut oil, butter, olive oil melted)****
1 tsp vanilla extract (optional, it’s a fun flare)


Preheat your waffle iron.
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder and salt.
In a small bowl, mix together the starter, sugar, apple cider vinegar, milk, melted margarine and vanilla, whisk until smooth then pour over the dry ingredients. Mix everything together gently until it all just comes together. Do not over mix, little lumps are ok, over mixing will give you tough rubbery waffles.
When your iron is ready pour batter into the pan. I usually do about a fourth or third cups worth. It depends on the size of your iron. Check that the waffle is golden on the underside and serve it immediately.

You can always serve it either your favorite topping. (Mine happens to be nutella.)

To reheat you can always toss it in the toaster for a couple of minutes.

Happy Breakfasting!

Special thanks to the Cookbookaficionado. Check out her blog for more amazing recipes!

*Whole wheat is absolutely delicious with this recipe

**For a more savory tasting waffle you can leave out the sugar and vanilla.

***We’re not exactly vegan so we used regular 2% milk

***Also used just regular olive oil here. If you like a hint of coconut flavoring I would recommend using coconut oil. I feel better about life when I do, in a tropical sort of way.wp-1478749694711.jpeg

Guest Submission: Grandmother’s Canned fruit

I’ll never forget sitting in my grandparent’s kitchen while family all around laughed and conversed with one another.

I sat, a young observer, watching life whirl around me. I sat with an empty bowl and spoon, waiting for grandma to notice. Of course she did.

She swooped down on me, earrings jangling, “Dear you have no food! What’s wrong?”

I looked up at her, trying to hide the sheepishness form my face. It didn’t work.

“I was hoping to have . . . To have some of your pears.”

She smiled and gave me a wink, “Of course you can!”

I watched her disappear into the cellar.

Enveloped by sights and sounds I waited.

“Here you are dear boy!” Grandma said, appearing at my side.

A trickle of clear juice and pear halves slid into my bowl with an aroma of mouthwatering sweetness.

The first bite was delicious, superb.

The second followed quickly by the third and fourth.

Grandma gave me a kiss and laughed her way into the party while I devoured her hard work.


Sandwich Love


Bread hot from the oven, steaming with heat and perfuming the kitchen with its smell

Crisp lettuce leaves crunching between my fingers, shredding down to size

Meat and cheese, sliced thin as paper, placed with care between mayo and mustard

A dash of pepper on tomato makes the plate almost complete

Don’t forget to add the bacon


Nonus Naeniam

Gleeful are we, three sisters of darkness,

Come dancing now to thee.

The signs are crushed, and wards are broken,

Draw near our time has come.

For now, we have, the Greenwitch fair,

Far innocent that was hoped for.

And now with her, the dying begins,

Our mission here is ending.

Come forth from wells deepest sprung,

This world awaits consuming.

We spill our powers upon the ground,

Your shadow now forthcoming.

-M.E. InkOwl

Chip, Crack, Crash

Chip, crack, crash.

We break the ice, jagged and clear.

Washing our hands from blood through the years.

Chip, crack, crash.

Our work here will never be done.

Eternal frost and broken bones.

Chip, crack, crash.

We are buried beneath an unending load.

Backs bent, skin slick with sweat and liquid ice.

Chip, crack, crash.

A mountain falls, consuming our unholy obligation.

For bodies we cover in ice and stone.

Chip, crack, crash.

We keepers of the dead,

Never forget our commitment to The Stone.

Chip, crack, crash.

Carmine Octavo

Let the blight and rot come forth,

Beneath this Yew Wood deep.

We bring forth a pestilence and plague,

With our hands so keen.

For now as we gather strength,

Our quarry rears it’s head.

Cover them with torment unending, as the sickness seeps in deep.

For we will prevail in our dark pursuits,

We Witches of the Wood

-M.E. InkOwl

Septima Naeniam


Drag the yew wood ’round the fire,

Turn the stones dry side down.

Pluck the wormwood from its sheath,

And drive it underground.

Call for the beetle and the grub,

The pestilence now will come.

Pick the bones clean,

Begin the fun.

-M.E. InkOwl

The Barrow-Wight

Do not speak, oh naive child,

You do not know of what you say.

It hears you even now in jest, laughing at Its name.

But the day will come when you are alone and in the darkness deep.

You’ll hear the purr, and feel Its breath as Its teeth sink into your flesh.

So go ahead and taunt Its cage, Behind the brick so red.

Because It will not get me,

I respect it so, and by the morning

You will be dead.

-M.E. InkOwl 

Awaiting Death’s Embrace

Now I lay me down to rest,

My souls so weary still.

I feel the dimming of the world,

As my skin grows cold as ice.

The night has come,

so secretly spread,

And from its depths, I hide.

For one comes seeking my meager flesh,

great boneless arms spread wide.

A greater spirit here does dwell,

Made up of shade and spite.

Who seeks destruction and release,

Of the darkness held on the other side.

I am a key unto a lock,

One that should not be turned.

But if this spirit finds me here,

Our undoing will come to pass.

And living things, so green and warm,

Will never again persist.

He’s come now calling out my name,

Even as I lay my coffin down.

So leave me here,

with my last breath,

I beg for death’s embrace.

-M.E. InkOwl

Sextus Naeniam

Rock and root, flesh and bone.

We subject before thee.

Bound are we by mortal frame,

Kept from powers beyond.

Now we sing calling through,

A window fast now opening.

See our enemies gathering near,

We speak thy name deliciously.

And call upon the fires within,

Bring forth destruction tremendous.

Fall in bitterness and scourge unmended,

The fires of ice consuming.

And with thy power cause a rotten death,

This is our quarry’s end.

-M.E. InkOwl