Buttermilk waffles recipe

I don’t like one-use kitchen gadgets. Well, that’s not true, I do like them actually. I love them. I am drawn to them in those little catalogues that come through the door, brimming with plastic and promise, like a magpie. But my small kitchen doesn’t love them. My overflowing drawers and crowded worktops don’t love them. After ditching my garlic peeler and my egg poacher, my milk frother and my (ahem) hot dog slicer, I have made a pact with myself that any utensil or equipment I bring into the kitchen has to do some heavy-lifting. No single-purpose gadgets shall darken my door any longer.

But there is one exception: my waffle maker. I feel hypocritical, I do, but I can’t give up my waffle maker. You see, waffles are one of those kitchen rareties that you really, really can’t make without the proper gear. Ditching that egg poacher hasn’t stopped me poaching eggs; I’m quite capable of peeling garlic with just a knife.