Bacon Chocolate Chip Waffles with Bourbon Maple Syrup

As promised, the incredible breakfast that manfriend put together for us!

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Ummmm do you see the bits of bacon poking out? And the crazy amount of chocolate chips in there? And the perfect golden brown color? Ok I’ll stop and let you get to the recipe.


  • 1 1/3 c flour
  • 4 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp granulated sugar
  • 2 eggs, separated
  • Pack of bacon- we used maple flavored
  • 1 3/4 c milk
  • Chocolate chips- as many as your sweet tooth requires
  • Maple syrup- the real stuff please. We’re making waffles from scratch here, not some Bisquick and Aunt Jemima stuff (though I’ll admit to loving both of those).
  • Bourbon- your favorite kind. Or the cheapest kind. Or manfriend’s favorite kind because you don’t really like bourbon that much. I dunno.


  1. Make the bacon, and reserve alllll of the bacon grease. If you don’t have 1/2 cup, go ahead and melt some butter so you have a full half cup of greasy buttery fatty deliciousness. When the bacon is nice and crispy, cut or crumble it into small pieces
  2. While the bacon is cooking, go ahead and whisk together all the dry ingredients. Then add the egg yolks in.
  3. In a separate bowl, beat the egg whites until moderately stiff.
  4. Add the milk and bacon grease/melted butter to the dry ingredient mixture and blend.
  5. Fold the stiff egg whites into mixture, then add in bacon bits and chocolate chips.
  6. Use your favorite waffle iron to get them to your desired doneness.
  7. For the syrup: add a generous helping of maple syrup to a pan, then splash in bourbon to your desired booziness. Heat it up and stir it around a bit, but not too much- cooking off that alcohol there would be a downright shame and beat the purpose of putting booze on your breakfast.

We served these suckers up with some sliced avocado sprinkled with coarse salt. I don’t know if the tastes complimented or anything, we just really like avocados. You should follow your heart and serve whatever you want with them.

Caution: your house will smell like bourbon and maple syrup 4 dayz. This is generally awesome, unless you’re hungover and really don’t want to be smelling bourbon. Then it’s a bit of a struggle.

Don’t tell me what to eat!

I hate being told what to do. Hate it.

Growing up, my parents rarely made demands- they expected me to respect their authority and in return respected my right to question. On the rare occasion that Mom or Dad said “Do this now!” it was clear that it must be too important at the time to question. As I was a generally good kid, this system worked well for us and kept us away from any major blow-up fights.

But an unintended side effect of this is that I absolutely cannot tolerate demands. This is quite selective- I’m more than happy to receive assignments at work or be told what repairs my car needs or that the course I’m riding goes like this not like that. Pretty much anything else? Nope. Will not respond. Even if I was about to do what you just told me to do, I will now do the opposite.

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Admittedly this is childish. There is no harm in doing what I was going to do anyways just because someone told me I need to do that. It’s just this knee-jerk reaction to the assumption of authority that rankles. Even my own parents- the ultimate authority to a child- didn’t assume total supremacy, so why on earth should some other person order me around? Manfriend learned this very quickly and (bless him) never tries to boss me. He knows it simply wouldn’t work. Suggestions, advice, anecdotes are all welcomed but I tune out as soon as it crosses the line into demand territory.

Just wait, it gets worse.

I can’t even tell myself what to do. As soon as I say “I NEED to get this done right now,” I head off on a tangent. Or I get paralyzed and don’t do anything at all. Or I come up with a thousand reasons I don’t actually need to get it done. Demands are unacceptable from any quarter, even my own brain.

This especially carries over into my food habits. The very instant that I swear off junk food is the very instant I get in the car to grab a dozen doughnuts. As soon as I forbid candy, I load up on Reese’s and start stuffing my face. Even when I was using a calorie tracker, I got rebellious and started eating more just so I could punch stuff into the app. You don’t have to tell meĀ  how insane this is- trust me, I know.

The only way I can keep myself from eating junk food is by letting myself eat junk food.

Despite how nonsensical that sounds, it’s how I work. Defiantly cutting out all junk just makes me focus on and crave it more, so I have to give myself a free pass at all times to eat whatever I want. When I’m not thinking about it, I eat the way I’ve always eaten: pretty lean with the occasional splurge. Isn’t that a “healthy” diet? I tend to stick with foods that make me feel good physically; I know that too many carbs makes me feel sluggish, and I really like chicken and veggies. Sharing meals with health-conscious manfriend helps too- he’s an exponentially better cook than I am so he keeps us healthy and full. Then when I get the 4,000 calorie cheeseburger from Cheeburger Cheeburger one day during lunch, I don’t feel bad. When I say “it’s just one day, it won’t ruin me,” I can actually mean it because I know the next day I’ll be having my usual lean burrito and yogurt for lunch.

Overall I eat pretty well- low in carbs, high in veggies and protein, not too much salt or sugar. But I have a desk drawer of Hershey’s Kisses at work and never miss an opportunity for doughnuts. Manfriend and I are ignoring Valentine’s Day, but you can bet I’m taking this as a perfect excuse for a salty, sugary, bacon-y brunch of epic proportions. After all, I told myself I couldn’t.

How do you try and eat healthy? Anyone else stupidly stubborn like this? (It can’t be just me)