I bought the most gorgeous plump blueberries at the grocery yesterday. I could have saved them to nibble on or toss in my greek yogurt for breakfast. I could have, but did I? NO!
I woke up this morning craving blueberry waffles. Walking D, all I could think of were the plump little berries bursting with juice and how great they would taste with the new syrup I bought from Stonewall Kitchen yesterday.
I decided to try a new waffle recipe and I substituted buttermilk for the regular milk because I had some in the refrigerator that needed to be used. They waffles were fluffy and really good, but I might add a bit more salt next time around.
I love the smell and sound of the blueberries baking in the waffle iron. They hiss and pop a bit and the smell is beautiful. If we decide and can have children, I hope these smells remind them of home when they grow up.