When I was home visiting my parents for the holidays, we were watching The Kitchen on Food Network and they made waffle iron hash browns. So since we had nothing else to do, we broke out the dusty waffle iron and gave it a go. I love the holidays.
Makes 4 hash brown waffles
¼ cup melted buttery spread (I use Earth Balance)
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon garlic powder
2 tablespoons chopped parsley (chives would work too)
Peel the potatoes, then shred them. I used a cheese grater, but a julienne peeler would probably also work.
In a large mixing bowl, soak potatoes in water for 5 minutes to help remove the starch. Drain and pat dry with paper towels.
Mix potatoes with melted buttery spread, salt, garlic and herbs.
Scoop ½ cup portions onto a fully-heated, greased waffle iron. Don’t spread them out, because if the layer is too thin they won’t cook on top.
OH MY GOD GUYS. So this morning I made the best freakin low carb, low fat, high protein waffles EVER. 225 calories for this entire (and adorable) plate, including cooking spray and sugar free syrup, with pretty sweet macros 👉🏼44p/10c/1f. The recipe? 2 scoops Six Star Lean protein, ½ cup liquid eggs, and some water for consistency. It’s really that simple for literally the best protein waffles ever.
What’s the worst kind of car accident you can imagine? It probably involves crashing into a school bus, right? How about if your kid was also involved and was somehow alone in your moving car, while you fell out of said car? Also, the entire thing was your fault. That’s about as bad as it could get, right?
Wrong. The answer is: all of that plus being TOUCHED BY A SPIDER.
Indiana woman Angela Kipp lived through this precise nightmare in September 2015. She was backing out of her driveway when she noticed a spider on her shoulder. We’ve all heard of mothers lifting cars off their infants with sudden, inhuman bursts of strength in times of crisis. Angela Kipp is … not that kind of mother.
She made the outside-the-box choice to leap through the driver’s side window, leaving her terrified young child in the vehicle as it rolled toward the street. To his credit, after watching his only source of clean laundry and waffles abandon him so fast it’d make an orphan flinch, the kid did manage to crawl from the back seat to the driver’s seat and tried to slam his foot on the brake pedal. Just one problem: Nine-year-olds can’t tell the difference between the brake and the accelerator. The car, still in reverse, sped backward into a school bus.