Jenn, one of my best friends in the whole world, had a jonesing for sourdough waffles one day. She had gone to Las Vegas with her hubby and ate breakfast at a fancy little bistro where she dined on sourdough waffles served with vanilla bean butter and fresh strawberries.
She had been wanting to go back to Vegas just for the waffles. Her husband was not complying for some reason. I mean, who wouldn’t be willing to drive six hours to relive a dining experience that changed your life?!
Well, Jenn found out that a band she loves was going to be playing in Vegas. Her husband wasn’t interested in that, either, so Jenn and I got to talking one day and began to devise a plan to go to Vegas for a girls’ weekend.
Those of you that know me won’t be surprised to learn that this whole plan actually started with me giving Jonathan a hard time about not driving six hours with his wife to satisfy her waffle craving. After a little coaxing Jenn wore him down and he agreed to our girls’ weekend. It was all very sweet, actually. He wasn’t comfortable with two hot ladies roaming the streets of Vegas without male protection (that, and he thinks I’m a bad influence or something).
So off we went. For a Friday night the drive into Vegas wasn’t bad. I think we made it there in five hours with one stop for food. Jenn had booked the hotel room on one of those “you pick the price” websites, and we got there late at night on a busy weekend. Upon checking in to the hotel we were informed that there weren’t any more rooms available. We had a reservation confirmation which they had to honor so they put us up in the last room available. It was one floor down from the penthouse and was the largest suite they had!
It was fantastic. The bathroom had two flat-screen TVs, we had a sitting area, a dining room with a table set for eight, and our living room had a baby grand piano. Jenn and I spent a good hour exploring all the room had to offer, including the three floor-to-ceiling windows with a lovely view, and tweeting all our findings.
The next morning Jenn took me to breakfast to try these waffles. Wouldn’t ya know it? It was Thomas Keller’s Bouchon Bistro! Being the good culinary student and major foodie that I am I have been professionally admiring Thomas Keller for some time and was so excited.
The waffles were all Jenn had portrayed them to be. Light, fluffy, airy, crunchy, beautifully golden brown, with the slightest hint of sourdough taste to add another level of flavor. Of course the fancy vanilla bean butter and fresh strawberries added to the playful seduction of these waffles on my tongue. I completely understand, and fully support, Jenn’s desire to travel to Vegas just for this experience.
When I learned of Doughvember and embarked on the journey with many other food bloggers these Bouchon Sourdough Waffles were the first thing I just knew I had to recreate. My version came out very tasty, but I’m going to have to visit Bouchon again to fully remind my tastebuds and make a fair comparison.
(The band we saw in Vegas put on a great show and we later made it home in only three hours! That hot-rod Jenn.)
1 3/4 Cups Unbleached, All-purpose Flour
2 Tablespoons Sugar
2 Teaspoons Baking Powder
1 Teaspoon Baking Soda
1/2 Teaspoon Salt
1 1/2 Cups Buttermilk
6 Tablespoons Unsalted Butter, melted
2 large eggs
1 Teaspoon Vanilla Extract
1 Cup Sourdough Starter
-Mix together flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in bowl
-In a separate bowl, mix together buttermilk, melted (and cooled) butter, eggs, vanilla, and sourdough starter
-Fold flour mixture into liquid mixture in batches
-Batter should be fairly thick in consistency but still a little runny
-Pour 3/4 cup of batter onto hot waffle iron and cook according to waffle iron manufacturer’s directions until cooked through and deliciously golden brown