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Strawberry Waffles — The 3 AM Batter That Reminds You You’re Still Here

The summer stretched long and hot. Forty-one weeks. Still no Anaya. Dr. Ramachandran and I discussed options at Monday's appointment. She recommended scheduling an induction for next week if labor doesn't begin naturally. I agreed — not because I'm impatient (though I am) but because at forty-one weeks, the clinical data shifts. The risks of waiting start to outweigh the benefits. The pharmacist in me understands this. The mother in me just wants to meet her daughter. Raj has been remarkable through this waiting. He comes home from the hospital — twelve-hour shifts, cardiac emergencies, the weight of other people's lives — and he sits next to me on the couch and puts his hand on my stomach and says, "Any day now." Every day, the same words, the same hand, the same patience. Amma called three times today. Three times. Each call was approximately ninety seconds and consisted of: (1) "Any contractions?" (2) "What did you eat?" (3) "Walk more." She's managing her anxiety through my body, which is the most Amma thing possible. I cooked more than I needed to this week. When I'm anxious, I cook — this has been true since I was sixteen, and it remains true at almost-mother. I made: a full thali (sambar, rasam, kootu, poriyal, rice), a batch of tomato rice, a pot of dal fry, and — at 3 AM on Wednesday when I couldn't sleep — a plate of uttapam (thick dosa with vegetables pressed into the surface, which I ate standing at the counter in the dark because 3 AM doesn't require table manners). The 3 AM uttapam was the best thing I've cooked all week. There's something about cooking when nobody's watching — no performance, no audience, just you and the batter and the dark kitchen — that strips everything back to the essential act. Heat. Oil. Batter. Cook. Eat. Be. Induction scheduled for next Wednesday if she doesn't come on her own. One way or another, by next week, I will be a mother. The rocking chair waits. The anklet waits. The freezer is full and the kitchen is clean and the hospital bag has been repacked twice and the name is decided and the world is ready. Are you ready, Anaya? Because I am. I've been ready since the two lines. Since before the two lines. Since always.

The uttapam I made at 3 AM on Wednesday will never have a recipe — it lived entirely in that dark kitchen, in that one plate, eaten standing up in the quiet. But the impulse behind it? That one I can share. When I can’t sleep and the waiting becomes too loud, I reach for batter: something that starts liquid and uncertain and transforms, under heat and patience, into something solid and good. These strawberry waffles carry that same logic — simple ingredients, real effort, a result that is unambiguously worth it. Make them at 3 AM if you need to. The dark kitchen will hold you.

Strawberry Waffles

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 30 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon fine salt
  • 1 tablespoon granulated sugar
  • 2 large eggs, separated
  • 1 1/4 cups buttermilk
  • 1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted and slightly cooled
  • 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  • 1 cup fresh strawberries, hulled and diced, plus more for serving
  • Neutral oil or cooking spray, for the waffle iron
  • Maple syrup and whipped cream, for serving (optional)

Instructions

  1. Preheat your waffle iron. Heat your waffle iron to medium-high according to the manufacturer’s instructions. Lightly grease the plates with cooking spray or a neutral oil.
  2. Combine the dry ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and sugar until evenly combined.
  3. Separate the eggs. Place the egg whites in a clean medium bowl and the yolks in a small bowl. Beat the egg whites with a hand mixer or whisk until soft peaks form; set aside. This step is what gives the waffles their lift — don’t skip it.
  4. Mix the wet ingredients. Whisk the egg yolks, buttermilk, melted butter, and vanilla together in the small bowl until smooth.
  5. Combine wet and dry. Pour the buttermilk mixture into the flour mixture and stir until just combined — a few lumps are fine. Overmixing will make the waffles tough.
  6. Fold in the egg whites and strawberries. Gently fold the whipped egg whites into the batter in two additions, using a spatula and a light hand to preserve the air. Fold in the diced strawberries last.
  7. Cook the waffles. Pour enough batter to just fill your waffle iron (typically 3/4 to 1 cup, depending on the size). Close the lid and cook until the waffle is golden and releases easily from the plates, about 4—5 minutes. Repeat with remaining batter.
  8. Serve immediately. Top with fresh strawberries, maple syrup, and whipped cream if you like. Or eat them plain, standing at the counter, in the dark. No table manners required.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 340 | Protein: 9g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 46g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 480mg

Priya Krishnamurthy
About the cook who shared this
Priya Krishnamurthy
Week 116 of Priya’s 30-year story · Edison, New Jersey
Priya is a pharmacist, wife, and mom of two in Edison, New Jersey — the town she grew up in, surrounded by the sights and smells of her mother's South Indian kitchen. These days, she splits her time between the hospital pharmacy, school pickups, and her own kitchen, where she cooks nearly every night. Her style is a blend of the Tamil recipes her mother taught her and the American comfort food her kids actually want to eat. She writes about the beautiful mess of balancing two cultures on one plate — and she wants you to know that ordering pizza is also an act of love.

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