Not Nutella

Nearly every kid between the ages of two and 20 is familiar with Nutella, which used to be reserved for Euro youngsters. When I could find it here, I occasionally liked to smear it on pancakes or enliven ice cream. Now that I am sugar- and fat-free, it is verboten, not to mention expensive. That classic chocolate/hazelnut combination still entices, but I think I've found a remedy that incorporates another favorite, strawberries. My memory was jogged via a Facebook posting by my cousin that included a photo of a chocolate waffle, referencing our Grandma Smith as inspiration. Feeding my sourdough collection now includes two jars of Alaska sourdough (I've been intending to give one away), as well as one French culture and the buckwheat pancake version. I made a batch of sourdough waffle batter from the halves of the non-buckwheat jars, adding to the bowl some Bob's Red Mill 10-grain pancake mix (I find it in the bulk at Huckleberries or Winco), plus buttermilk and a little Eggbeaters. I always add a couple of shakes of salt, about a quarter-teaspoon of baking soda and half a teaspoon of baking powder. It made a great batch of Belgian waffles, but Mom's limit was one, and I decided to try something different with the remaining batter, inspired by Cousin Deb. I added about one-third cup of Trader Joe's unsweetened cocoa powder, three packets of stevia, plus the coup de grace, some hazelnut extract. Last Christmas, my sister Polly gave me a collection of natural flavorings, including an intense vanilla sludge with tiny seeds, maple extract, and hazelnut. I was reaching for the vanilla when a light bulb went on ---- Nutella-flavored waffles. Since the waffle iron was already hot, I decided to make the remaining batter into waffles and freeze them. While at Grocery Outlet, I had scored a two-pound container of California strawberries for $1.99. Their fragrance sent a siren song to me as I walked by. They were absolutely perfect, not a moldy or bruised one in the bunch, so to keep them that way, after returning home, I immediately washed, de-stemmed and halved them with some erythritol and a little stevia, and had them stashed in the refrigerator. For dessert, which could just as easily be brunch, I plugged in the waffle iron and reheated a couple of the frozen waffles. Halves can also be thrown in the toaster, but Belgian waffle crags and crannies do better in their original maker. Topped with strawberries and a little juice, they are decadent, a real guilt-free indulgence. The only possible improvement would be a little vanilla ice cream. In the sugar-free, low-fat ice cream department, I've learned from disappointing, chalky experience that Dreyer's is much superior to Breyer's. Umpqua also isn't bad, but it can be hard to find in these parts. Today, May Day, it's supposed to be near 90, so homemade ice cream weather is fast approaching (See previous postings). This morning, Mom and I were reminiscing about a May 1 tradition that has sadly disappeared. She remembers picking small bouquets, leaving them on the neighbors' steps, ringing the bell and running. As kids in Yakima where we had nearby neighbors, we wove baskets from construction paper, filled them with lilacs and other flowers, rang the doorbell and left them on the nearby doorsteps of the more tolerant types, those who actually smiled when they saw us rather than frowning and thinking, "How can they handle all those rambunctious kids?"