S'MORES WAFFLE SANDWICHES + A QUESTION

September 24, 2021 Posie Brien

This will be a brief one—if one can call any sort of musing involving a full-on s’mores waffle sandwich “brief”.

If you’ve visited or read this site much, you’ll notice that the recipes have always been accompanied by quite a bit of writing: about life, about my life, about things both cooking and non-cooking related.

Lately, you have probably noticed that there’s been a shift in the tone; I’ve been playing around with writing some fiction (although that is…a loose term, at best). I’ve been thinking that it would be nice to treat this fiction writing as a new project, instead of dropping it in here.

This would mean I’d start a weekly email (newsletter?) with fiction chapters. If you’re into reading it, you can sign up and it’ll come right to your inbox.

I’ll keep this space for what it’s always been (for now)—recipes and some related writing around it.

Or, I could just…keep throwing fiction at you here! I’d be very curious (and happy) to know what you think…and what you’d like to read, and how. You can always leave a comment here, or just email me here.

In return for your thoughts, here’s a recipe that everyone should probably make immediately, if not sooner.

S’mores Waffle Sandwiches

For the waffles
2 eggs
1 3/4 cups (397g) well-shaken buttermilk
8 tablespoons (113g) unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
1 1/2 cups (180g) all-purpose flour
1/4 cup (30g) graham cracker crumbs (about 4 full crackers, finely crushed)
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
an additional 4 graham crackers, coarsely crushed

For the assembly
mini marshmallows
dark chocolate chunks or chopped dark chocolate

To make the waffles: Whisk together the eggs, buttermilk, and melted butter.

In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, 1/4 cup of graham cracker crumbs (finely crushed), baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

Combine the wet and dry ingredients and mix gently until mostly smooth—don’t overmix.

Stir in the coarsely crushed graham crackers.

Heat a waffle iron and grease well.

Cook the waffles accordingly to the waffle iron’s instructions and set aside.

(You can make the s’mores sandwiches now or let the waffles cool, freeze them, and assemble the sandwiches at a later date.)

To assemble the sandwiches, heat the waffle iron again. Place one full waffle on the bottom of the iron, top it with a layer of mini marshmallows and a layer of dark chocolate, then place another waffle on top. Close the iron and cook until the inside is melted and gooey.

CROISSANT BROWNIES

September 17, 2021 Posie Brien

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They pull over and park on the side of a dusty, dirt- and gravel-packed road alongside the river, where it curves lazily under a covered bridge and disappears away in the distance like a silver coil. Above them, one hot air balloon rises in the dusky late-evening sunshine, then two, then three. Within twenty minutes, the entire sky is filled with them. The one closest to them is a patchwork of canary yellow and bright red squares. She watches it rise, pausing to sneak a quick sideways glance at him—just as rapt— then turns back to witness the continued ascent. His hand, broad and calloused, brushes against hers and her heart seems to mirror the ballon: so light and full it might burst out of her chest.

Summer, she thinks. Summer is the best time with him.

CHEDDAR BISCUITS

August 14, 2021 Posie Brien

She’s been running early in the morning—before 7 AM—now that every day dawns with an oppressive blanket of humidity and heat. It’s as if the months of the summer were tentative until now, July feeling too timid to really open ‘er up, then August arrived and put its foot down, turning up the wattage and sizzling away the drizzly, cloudy weather, like a burner on high under a pan of liquid.

Even starting early doesn’t help on some days. It’s so hot that she wilts the second she steps outside to lace up her running shoes. She has no energy—and every step is like pulling her legs through something sticky and tar-like. But she does it anyway. She finishes, her shirt drenched in sweat. She slips into the cool water off the dock by the marina, hanging onto the ladder to check for jellyfish. She scans the horizon for the dot of a fin or a flicker of motion—two weeks ago her neighbors saw two dolphins flitting around the boats moored just offshore.

BAGELS

July 19, 2021 Posie Brien

The grass looks so much greener in the morning, she thinks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her closed fists. She’s standing on the upper porch of the log cabin-style building that’s perched so close to the edge of the lake it looks, from certain angles if you’re driving past, like it’s about to tip slowly over and sink gracefully into the reedy marsh.

She wipes half-heartedly at an apple with the tail end of her t-shirt: a white short-sleeved cotton shirt with TOWSON LACROSSE emblazoned across the front in bumblebee yellow. The shirt is one of her most prized pieces of clothing right now because, after three years of constant wearing and washing, it’s reached a nearly threadbare texture that makes it fall loosely, like silk, against her shoulders. The only other shirts she has that are this thin—holes threatening to rip in the most worn areas under the armpits and near the top seams—are her mom’s: a Boston Marathon finisher t-shirt from the 70s, an old green shirt from the Burpee Seed catalog that reads “Because a Rind is a Terrible Thing to Waste,” and a faded marine blue Lacoste polo with a white collar.

VEGAN MORNING GLORY-ISH MUFFINS

July 9, 2021 Posie Brien

I reached for a new tube of toothpaste earlier this evening (Colgate Total, if you must know.) As I stood in front of the mirror, idly pretending to wait the recommended 30 seconds before the electric toothbrush beeps, letting you know you’re mastering your dental hygiene and may move from the top to bottom teeth, the flavor of it walloped me. It was minty, like all toothpastes (unless you’re five and brushing with Tom’s of Maine Silly Strawberry, as one does)—but a very specific sort.

Eating and adventuring.

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