Friday, January 28, 2011

Lloyd's "Hell-No!" Waffles

Catagory: Breads
Difficulty: Very Easy
Not Healthy

If you are a person who loves food--you should probably skip this recipe. But I put it in to honor someone.
My Grandfather on my Dad's side, was a big man with a big personality. Lloyd was a post-man's son from Minnesota who made good as an engineer/architect and ended building some of the first sky-scrapers in Dallas. He was a visionary and a natural salesman, pitching his ideas with great enthusiasm and charm. When he was in Dallas he would wear a ten-gallon hat, and even get a bit of an accent. It worked for him!

Everything about Lloyd was big. But nothing was bigger than his heart--which was as big as Texas. Once, he brought me a gigantic blue stuffed dog from the Seattle World's Fair that was so big, he had to buy a seat for it to bring it home on the plane! And when my sister and I stayed over at his house, he would make us these big, fluffy, waffles for breakfast. Even though my grandmother was a hopeless invalid, he never complained about having to cook for us. He had an indomitable spirit! In fact, when anyone would ask him questions, he would often answer, laughing and slapping his thigh, "Heyylll No!". So that's why my mom named his waffle recipe accordingly...

Lloyd's "Hell No!" Waffles:

6 T Aunt Jemima Pancake flour (probably heaping tablespoons)
2 T. sugar
1/8 lb melted butter (1/2 cube)
Enough milk to mix the above together (1/2 C ?)
3 eggs ( I would use only 2 )

Put the flour, sugar,in a medium bowl, mixing in enough milk to make a thick batter. Separate 3 large eggs--putting yolks aside and the whites in another medium bowl. Beat whites until stiff. Fold thick batter gently into whites. Add melted butter and mix till incorporated evenly. Batter should be about the same thickness as pancake batter--if not add more milk. Spoon batter into hot waffle iron to cook until golden brown. Serve with melted butter and syrup. (Lloyd kept trying to give us fresh strawberries to put on top, but we were finicky and didn't want 'em)


  1. Good times! I was pretty young, so this might be a false memory, but I recollect he sometimes offered thawed frozen strawberries - the kind that come in a little cardboard container with lots of sugary juice.

  2. Yup, he did! Probably they used those in the midwest where he was raised!