Waffadillas — Get ‘Em While They’re Hot!

Waffadillas aren’t really a thing; I made them up. But, then again, I made them up, so now they’re a thing.

What is a waffadilla? It’s a quesadilla cooked in a waffle iron, that’s what!

You take your flour tortilla and you put your bits on.

WaffitoThis is home made guacamole and sharp white cheddar cheese. You could use beans or hamburger or meatless crumbles or chicken or meatless griller strips or … you know … whatevs.

Then you fold it in half and put it on a waffle iron.

WaffitoIronThen you close that puppy and cook it until it’s hot and the cheese gets melty and makes a mess.

I don’t have a picture of a finished one, because we were hungry by the time I larked about taking pictures and we ‘et ’em. But they look like this only with grid marks toasted into them. Most amusing.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What’s the most unusual cooking method you’ve used? Write a scene with a character who is not you using it.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Waffadillas — Get ‘Em While They’re Hot!

  1. Jane

    April 20, 2016 at 9:29am

    Most unusual cooking method?
    Does toasting slices of bread over a hot lightbulb qualify?

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  2. Dan Antion

    April 21, 2016 at 10:48am

    Those look/sound good. When in college, I made grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron. Hey, I had to do something with that appliance 🙂

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      Marian Allen

      April 21, 2016 at 11:53am

      Just like Benny in Benny and Joon! Do you get compared to Johnny Depp often?

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      • Dan Antion

        April 21, 2016 at 11:58am

        Not often. Then again, I had graduated college before he was born, so…

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  3. Pierre Laberge

    April 23, 2016 at 3:49pm

    I’ll take 2, and a coffee. 3 cream no sugar. What;s for dessert? Fruit salad? Do you have a small cole slaw?

    Are you NOT glad I live far, far, far, far, away? Even the cats…..

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      Marian Allen

      April 23, 2016 at 4:33pm

      Oh, I would totally make you a fruit salad and a cole slaw if your visited, especially if you brought the cats. I am currently catless, and in serious purr withdrawal!

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      • Pierre Laberge

        April 23, 2016 at 5:55pm

        Well, I only have 1 cat. In my life, I have shared 3:

        Francis: All black but for a white spot at the end of his tail Belonged to my nephew. I let him move in because of my nephew… Within 6 months I tolerated my nephew, BECAUSE of Francis! He used to go for walks with me at night, no leash needed. He was smarter than me. One time, I heard him screaming. I knew he was at war, He was fending off 4 dogs from another, small scared cat. He was fearless. It was Kirk’s Enterprise vs 4 Klingons! I can running in enraged with my cane. It was a good day to die, and we would go out together. The dogs were smart, they saw a crazy human, and vanished. The other cat, made his escape, Francis lept into my arms, and we took off for home.

        He stayed about a year and a half, and Lou moved him to Toronto. I cried bitterly when he left. My friends brought me to the mental health crisis center for 1 day. Soom, in Toronto, he escaped and vanished. I THINK he understood what I had told him: “Francis, if you are unhappy where you are, come HOME. This is your home. For 3 years I went out at night, calling him. JUST in case. We do not know what happened. Now matter, were he to who up, he is still welcome. But that was 18 years ago. I like to think he found a good new home on the way home, and stopped to take care of a human, like The Littlest Hobo. I shall never see him again, and I am the lesser for that!

        Sweedie: He got pulled out of his mum by Noella. He was the runt of the litter. All grey, he was much smarter than me, and was rag doll cat. He was Noella’s cat in Webbwood, but Aimee her brother, was dying of cancer, so I got Sweedie. At first, I made his life hard, because he was competing with Francis. But he took me over, soon, and he assumed my care.

        He love nothing better than to be brushed and massaged and rubbed, and held in his dad’s arms. Everyone loved him. Everyone wanted him. One night he went out for his constitutional, a walk around the house… He did this winter, summer, spring, fall, in a blizzard (All you could see was the tail above the snow, like a periscope!), and in the raging rain (He would come in soaked to the bone, but clean, and dad would rub him warm and dry.) He always came back. He loved sleeping either under the front porch, or on the back deck. Well, one August night, he vanished completely, we looked, called, put up posters… No trace. I was heartbroken again. Even now some 4 years later, I go out and call his name at night. But he would be around 15 years old. No matter, it would still be his home. Oh, my baby! How I still miss you horribly. I still cry, and my current familiar, below, comforts me.

        Buddy: A butterscotch color, a sort of a brownish tan. He was born handicapped, on my sister Michele’s farm. A crooked leg, he walks a bit sideways 3 claws, that do not retract properly. And a stub tail. He would not have survived, Noella and my sister said, so we ended up with him. He came home in a box, on the way to Webbwood. We still had Sweedie, who was insanely jealous. But he only stayed one night.

        Aimee soon died, so Noella ended up on Charlotte St. Buddy kept running away, trying to chase and catch birds, he could not, but he had all the cat instincts. Gad I went out chasing that cat, SO Many Times. He’d run down the hall, and if the door was at all open, it was the Great Escape. And Buddie played Steve McQueen!

        The landlords who lived upstairs had a HUGE 20 some lb, overweight cat. Black, and mean. A bully. he was declawed, and on a long leash. He attacked Buddy: ONCE.

        Buddy was no fool. He flipped over on his back, and with only 3 claws raked the bully. This was PT 109 vs the Japanese Destroyer Amagiri! The Enterprise (NO A’s, B’s C’s, or D’s) vs the Fesarius! Typically Canadian, Buddy went in, like at Vimy ridge, with the odds completely against him. But 3 phasers beat none, and the other cat went off to lick himself. Buddy did not want a fight, he did not pursue. He could have, as he was looser and not tied up. I was and still am SO PROUD of him.

        The when Noella moved to Prete St, he saw something and ran off on the long balcony. Noella caught him by the stub of the tail, before he went off between the rails, 3 stories down. He was more careful after that! But I took no chances, and Dan and I chicken wired the entire deck.

        Then Noella moved to Leslie St. I put a rubber carpet on the railing there. Not so much for Buddy, but for privacy and wind protection. But he figured out how to lay down and look under the railing.

        Noella is ill, in the hospital, so he moved in with me. He sleeps in bed with me, and patrols the house at night. He guards his dad, and wakes me up when I have nightmares. If I lose him, what will I do????

        So, if I were to visit, he would be in his carrier, and you could hear us coming down the street, in between meows, and howls that sound like a police car, you would know Buddy is coming.

        He does not like Tuna (Unlike Sweedie, I had to be careful not to give him too much.) He does like a pre-cooked and pre-chewed (by dad) pork chop, tho! And his dry cat food. He refuses to touch the wet stuff. We tried giving him some. He showed his disdain by spreading it all over the floor, far and wide, and much faster than you would think. We tried 6 times, and the last time, he made such an enraged mess, that I gave up. Hoe he got cat food over a foot up the wall, I cannot figure out.

        He loves talking on the phone, or at least having people talk to him. He knows when I am calling his mum in the hospital, and I do not tell him. He can tell from the answering machine voice. “Press 1 for English…” It took me 3 weeks to figure out how he was doing it. Do not tell him he is much smarter than his dad. He knows.

        So, if I were to visit, we could have fun. At 12 years old, he still will chase a string monster, but is not as relaxed when being brushed as Sweedie was.

        I think you need to get another cat… Maybe and older cat, a shelter cat, someone (CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO!) who needs a good home, and a good human to own, manage, and take care of.

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          Marian Allen

          April 23, 2016 at 6:40pm

          Thanks for the highly entertaining biographies of the cats who have owned you. You sound so much like me: I love the kitties so much, and it breaks my heart when they leave at last. My first cat lived to 19. None of the others have made it quite that long, unless the next-to-the-last one did. My last two cats were adopted when they were 15 and 15+ (a stray). I had the older one for slightly less than a year and just lost the younger one. If I were single, I would most definitely have another cat. But Charlie doesn’t want the mess, expense, and responsibility, and it hurts him to see how I cry when I lose them. So, unless somebody wanders up looking for a home, I’ve probably had my last cat. But I’ll play with Buddy, when he comes to visit! 🙂

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  4. Nate Wilson

    April 26, 2016 at 1:05pm

    We don’t own a panini press or anything along those lines, so yes, I will certainly have to try the waffadilla. Or rather, since those are your invention, I’ll create its bitter rival: the quesadaffle. (Note: It’s only bitter in demeanor, not flavor.)

    I’ve really only used traditional cooking methods, especially since my wife does pretty much all the cooking, but my mind first went to two movies. You’ve already discussed Johnny Depp ironing; the other was Jack Lemmon straining pasta with a tennis racket (in The Apartment). Which is odd, because you’d think I’d have first flashed on every single episode of Cutthroat Kitchen. Jeez, my brain is weird.

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      Marian Allen

      April 27, 2016 at 7:59am

      I don’t know about Cutthroat Kitchen. Do they have to cook using unconventional methods? Because I love that stuff, ever since college, when we made toast over the heating element of a popcorn popper.

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      • Nate Wilson

        April 27, 2016 at 10:45am

        Cutthroat is a competition show on Food Network, where four chefs try to cook relatively simple dishes, but also get to bid on sabotages for the other chefs. So they may find themselves needing to create a meal with their knives, pots, and pans replaced with a roll of aluminum foil. Or required to make sauce on a flat griddle. Or cooking the entire course in tablespoons. The show is all about inventiveness in the kitchen (and, to a lesser extent, timely bidding).

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        • Nate Wilson

          April 27, 2016 at 10:47am

          Oh yeah, and the host (Alton Brown) loves that sort of thing. We’ve seen him on tour twice now, and he’s done such things as making ice cream with the help of fire extinguishers, and baking a pizza solely using stage lighting.

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