"Would you like a homemade waffle? " This is what I was asked
every other morning at the Inn where I spent the last week of my
vacation. Hmmm, homemade? Well within seconds-and I mean seconds, a
steaming, perfect waffle would appear! Maybe they meant 'freshly made?'
It turned out that they were making them to order, from a commercial
mix. They were cake-y and dense, though the spread offered wasn't
butter, and the syrup was the usual thick corn syrup. I had one with
jam, but after that passed on the 'homemade' waffles.
What does
homemade even mean anymore? So much of what we see advertised, or called
out by local places are phrases like 'baked on premises' and 'baked
daily'. Even places that sell artisan bread often bring it in par-baked,
then finish it off in the store. Shows like Sandra Lee's 'Almost
Homemade' annoy me! How hard is it to cook your own chicken for Pete's
sake? I guess if you heated it up on your premises it's homemade.
For the past few generations cooking and food have gotten complicated and please excuse me for using this word-fancy. People
think they need to be turning out restaurant quality food from their
kitchens, after a long day of work, and if faced with the choice of that
daunting task, or frozen tortellini with jarred sauce, most would go
for the tortellini! But it's all a lie! You don't need to create a
masterpiece of culinary extravaganza to do some fine home cooking!