I’ll see if I can’t make a video of tomorrow’s adventure with my fluffy keto bread. (keto shokupan) I got some inulin powder and I’m ready to experiment.
The greatest (and most frustrating thing) about baking is how precise you have to be. It’s an understanding of ratios. Keto baking is no different. It’s a balance of fats to liquids to powders─ and understanding what each powder does!
For example, coconut flour tends to really absorb anything that goes into it so you want to use it sparingly.
I learned this as I played with my waffle recipes. I know there has been a chaffle craze lately, but I have made them and I am not impressed on the flavor. The real issue I am having with them, is they taste like puffy egg and cheese with sugar and cinnamon in it.
If someone tells you they really can’t taste the egg in their recipe, they are flat out lying to you. Because if they can’t taste it, their taste-buds are broken.
To be fair, I have an extremely picky palate, but I know what I want when I think waffle.
If you are worried about time, this recipe literally took me 5 mins prep time, two minutes cooking on each side. Boom, done and the taste is so much better.
You do not have to use baking powder in this recipe. You can if you’d like to see how puffy they get, (I’ll probably experiment over the weekend) but I didn’t and they turned out just fine!
What you’ll need:
2 large eggs
1/2 cup of shredded cheese (I love to use a mixed blend for mine with cheddar and colby or cheddar and finely shredded mozzarella)
1 ounce of cream cheese, softened.
2 tbsp flaxseed meal (or golden flaxseed meal)
1 tbsp of almond flour
1/2 tbsp coconut flour
pinch of salt
1/2 cup monkfruit granualted sugar (or stevia, truvia, whichever you prefer)
1.5 tbsp cinnamon (more or less if you like)
1/2 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp nutmeg (or less if you are sensitive to it, just a few sprinkles)
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
For garnish you can use a combination of fresh berries, powdered swerve, and sugar free syrup!
Preheat waffle maker (follow the instructions on yours, some are non-stick like mine, others you have to spray first) Make sure you take this time to heat your cream cheese up for 20 – 30 secs on 30% power in the microwave and cover it. Cream cheese has a nasty tendency to pop in the microwave!
- Beat your eggs, cheese, softened cream cheese, sugar, vanilla, and salt together.
- In a separate, small bowl mix all of your dry ingredients with the spices.
- Pour your dry ingredients in with your wet
The batter should have a wet texture and be somewhat runny.
After your wafflemaker has preheated, pour the mixture in and close the lid. Allow it to cook for 2-3 mins and then flip it and repeat the process. If you have a mini-waffle maker, this recipe with make 2.
Bon appetite! My favorite waffles.
These have the best of both worlds if you’re a fluffy waffle lover like myself. It’s soft in the middle, but has a good crunch. That’s just the best to me. ❤
If you want to make more for the family, just multiply each ingredient by 4 (or six, whatever the size of your family) and it works beautifully.
Not the best picture in the world, I took it in a rush, but here is what the finished product should look like:
Did you know that Friday the 13th actually stems from not one, but two fears:
The fear of the number 13
The fear of Fridays.
Isn’t that wild? But, there’s some roots to this fear. It dates back to the Christian’s belief in this date.
There were apparently 13 people that attended the last supper and Judas was the 13th guest. Jesus was said to have died on a Friday.
Thus, the superstition began.
It gets weirder!
On Friday the 13th in 1307 King Philip the IV arrested and charged hundreds of Templar Knights across France with ‘illegal activities’. The knights were then tortured and burned at the stake. (p.s. the charges were never proven.) Talk about over-reacting.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia or Friggatriskaidekaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th. (phew, that’s a mouthful)
Just like people that are scared of the dark, or spiders, some people suffer from the fear of this day!
Over 20 MILLION people in the US are said to suffer from this.
Think I’m exaggerating? Check out this next fact:
Some hospitals, Elevators, and skyscrapers tend to skip past this floor or room number from the number 12 to 14. Ever notice that there are no Gate 13‘s in airports?
Hmm. That’s a good title for a book, Gate 13.
Friday the 13th was released on May 13th, 1980 and despite it’s budget of $550,000, it grossed over $39.7 million at the box office!
The first reference to an ‘unlucky Friday the 13th‘ was in an 1869 biography of the composer Rossini who famously died on November 13th, 1868.
Every year has at least one Friday the 13th and can have as many as three! (this year has two and in December of all months! I predict some horror films in abundance.)
The longest period that can occur without a Friday the 13th is 14 months. Which is the one we are experiencing today. 😉
Speaking of Paraskevidekatriaphobia. Did you know that Franklin D. Roosevelt refused to travel on Friday the 13th and refused to host any dinner with 13 guests?
Noir film director Alfred Hitchcock was born on Friday the 13th in 1899. How completely fitting for the “Master of Suspense.”
In Norse Mythology, Loki is the god of mischief, and said to have been the 13th guest in Valhalla and said to have arranged the shooting of the god of joy and gladness.
Leave it to Loki to rob the world of joy.
All superstitions aside, did you know that some cultures, like Italy, consider the number 13 lucky!
Personally, I think it’s just fun to get spooked. How do you view this day?
So after several weeks of mulling it over (let’s be honest, more like 3 days) I thought about how it could be confusing to have this as a writing blog and a food blog. It sort of confuses people that come here for one or the other.
I think it best to separate the two so that we keep it simple. I adore writing and I do it almost every day when I can. My food blog will probably not be as updated as this one is, however, I will try to update it once a week at the very least with my creations.
For those wondering why I choose keto recipes, mine isn’t entirely because I want to be thin (although that is a huge bonus). I also do this because I’m allergic to gluten.
And while there are tons of gluten free options, my body just gets extra sluggish when I have too much sugar, or rice/pasta/etc and I don’t like how it makes me feel.
But oh how I miss those things! Thankfully, much like everyone else, I’m discovering that the keto diet is extremely versatile and super creative. I’m always on the lookout for ways to enjoy more and more types of foods. Let’s face it, you can’t live off of eggs and cheese forever.
I had heard so many people rave over the chaffle. I’m going to have to test and experiment more with this one, because you know what I tasted when I bit into it this morning? Egg and cheese with sugar and cinnamon in it. Which is what it is made out of.
I’m not entirely convinced of it just yet and may need to make a few more before I decide I’m definitely against it. I will say that I enjoyed the texture, it’s not exactly like a waffle, but it was firm enough that it wasn’t unpleasant.
I don’t know you guys, maybe I just have a sensitive palate. I’ll try to give it another shot though. As for the new website, I’m going to link it on here as soon as I finish it.
So what can you expect from this website?
Writing, podcasts, and audiostories. So, you know the usual things that we do. Happy Thursday guys. The weekend is almost here.
It was a typical school day. Me and my classmates had just settled in for computer lab when suddenly our teacher wheeled in a t.v. She explained that something was going on and felt that all of us needed to know what it was.
We sat and watched the news. Some of us too young to understand, while others asked the teacher questions. Parents were encouraged to pick us up from school that day and classes were cancelled.
I didn’t really understand the full weight of things until I saw several teachers burst into tears. A lot of them had done their best to stay strong around the students, but in the end we’re all human.
I liked all of my teachers, some were more special than others. Ms. Smith (I’ll call her) was my favorite teacher. She was extremely passionate about history and never lied to the class. I always respected her for that. She had been in New York with her daughter when it happened.
When she came back to our classroom and told us everything she saw─ not a dry eye could be found in our room. She was lucky to have escaped alive with her daughter (who had been in labor at the time) and witnessed the best and the worst of humanity all in the same day.
I’m a firm believer in the fact that most people are inherently good. But not great at separating what ‘good’ is. The lines sort of get blurred with what one person sees as good, while another finds that behavior a-typical and (some find it) disgusting.
I grew up in a very conservative household. Not only conservative, but Southern Baptist. While my mother and stepfather were somewhat lenient on this, my grandparents were not. My mother, for example never attended church but insisted I go every Sunday. This meant she still clung on to her beliefs that somehow this would make me a better person.
I think, fundamentally this is where most people sit in their beliefs. They believe they know better than you do and what is right for you.
I often try to go outside of my own upbringing and perspective to understand others’ motivation. All I can remember and offer from my own religion was that they felt they were saving others by converting them.
I can read about what another person believes, but I can’t live in it. To not have that perspective, I can only speculate on what they might feel to be true.
These are things I reflect on during days such as these, or after a tragedy.
I hope that for anyone who experienced it firsthand, or for anyone that has experienced this sort of hardship, you are able to find peace and healing from all of it.
Here is the next chapter of our Twitter stories. More to come soon!
The boy opened the box to reveal a set of soft, grey robes. He left briefly, and then returned with strange bottles filled with varying liquids. The boy trilled at her, the noise calming and pure.
He waved toward the small enclosure. His hand glittered and then suddenly, the room brightened behind her. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and soft, pillowy black soot flowed from them. They didn’t leak, but rather dissipated into thin air.
He tugged at her gently and she gathered that the robes and liquids were for her. He glided from the room, the only sound the door closing behind him. She stared down at the bottles, her brows creasing.
After a few whiffs, she noted one smelled like earth, another very flowery, and a third clean and mild.After making an executive decision, she chose the mild, clean scent. The space that was lit was carved from the same stone as everything else. Jetting out from the space were 3 triangle shaped rocks. Below them looked like some sort of pulley.
When she returned to the room, a letter had been placed on her bed. “The High Order has requested your presence before the hour of normal rising tomorrow. Please arrive on time, and in proper attire.” A strange symbol was stamped at the bottom. Something Anna could only assume to be one of the High Order’s names. Then she remembered earlier conversations with the boy about names, power, and meaning. This must have been their way of protecting their name. How very curious.
Anna shrugged off her robe, stepped into the space, and gently pulled down the latch. A blast of very warm water sprayed from every direction. She opened the bottle and poured a bit onto her palm. It smelled delightfully like laundry detergent.
When she woke, she found a tray of what looked like food. Upon closer inspection, it also smelled like food. She brought it up to her face and nearly melted at the smell of freshly baked bread. She devoured the entire loaf and was on her second, when the door opened.
The boy looked at her, smiled, and then sat in the nearest chair. He had a large book with him that he laid across his tiny lap. Anna looked to him, brushing the crumbs from her face. She suddenly felt very dirty sitting next to him and his tidy robes.
His voice sang out beautifully, like a bit of poetry on a wall of text. The book flew open, there was a flash and then images sprung to life before her. “We, the generation of the few, have waited for some time for a moment such as this.” A beautiful swirl of purple skated across the surface of the book and then formed into images of his people─ somehow managing to perfectly illustrate the swirling soot of their eyes. “Once, we lived side by side in perfect harmony.” The shapes changed to form their kind and hers walking together, laughing and hugging.
“But, like all things, that time came to an end.” The boy closed the book before she could see the lighted story that would follow his words. His expression was as silent as his words, showing nothing. “What happened?” she asked quietly.
“That, I’m afraid, must be saved for another time.” He stood and walked her over to the box. “I must advise that you be sure to dress yourself in the clothing provided.” The boy paused, looking up at her through long lashes. “Unless of course you prefer to die a horrible no good, and very painful death.” He giggled at the last statement & then strode toward the door. “Wait─” she called, “what trial? What do you mean death?” The door snapped shut with a metallic click. She sighed looking over at the box. Well, maybe he’ll disclose that later too.
The morning air was far colder than Anna expected it to be as she shivered beneath the robes. Some parts, colder than others. This cloth they gave her was far too thin for her liking. She trailed slightly behind the attendant that had come to get her.
They were now crossing into an even further underground area. She could tell it was further underground because the air had grown damp in her lungs. After several heartbeats, they reached an open field. Human sized grass stretched as far as the eye could see.
A scroll fell to the ground & the attendant boomed loudly, “You will be up against your first trial of many. First, we will see how you compare & judge every action that you make. As we have been doing since your arrival.” With that, the girl nodded curtly and turned away. “Now just hold on a min-” she chased after the girl but ran face first into an invisible wall. “What test?” she yelled as loud as she could. But to no avail, the woman kept distancing herself from Anna.
She turned and the clouds behind her roll in hard and fast with a flash of lightening.
To be continued as the voting progresses!
Stay tuned for our next adventure. You can vote on my Twitter to add your own spin. Let’s see where the fun takes us~
Until we adventure again.
A spiral cloud forms out in the field less than a mile out. It begins to grow larger and with horror Anna realizes it’s getting closer!
I had a rough weekend. The kind where nothing was done and nothing could be done about it. I mentioned that I was going to try out a keto bread version of the Shokupan (hokkaido milk bread) however─ I wasn’t able to.
Thanks, Grey, yeesh I was waiting on that.
I’ll be able to get to that this weekend and I’ll make sure that I share it with all of you. Until then, I’ll post up the next part of Anna’s story that we’ve been getting to on Twitter.
Here’s a picture of some fluffy bread because I love you guys and I promise I’ll get that keto version up asap. ❤
More story time to come.