Seahawks (10-5) vs. Cooking (Waffles and Peach Compote)

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer's market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.

The Waffle House restaurant chain dominates the highways below the Mason Dixon Line, and provides patrons with fried chicken, gravy, country steaks ham, and a cause of death.

Sadly we’ve never been able to ask one of the chain’s waitresses to scatter and chunk our potatoes, and since we won’t be visiting one of the many Atlanta Waffle Houses on Sunday morning, we will do our best to recreate their waffle recipe complete with pecans.

The first Waffle House opened in rural Georgia and, much like rational thought, spread throughout The South. It has become a cultural institution; the chain even found its way into Atlanta rapper Gucci Mane’s lyrics. We would write more about Mane’s love of the Waffle House, but we learned a long time ago to stay away from anyone in a dispute with Young Jeezy.

We’ll also be making peach compote to slather and lather all of over our waffles.

In case you were unaware (in your underwear) peaches, Georgia’s claim to agricultural fame, are fucking awesome. Why oh why can’t peaches and nectarines be in season all year round, also why are blueberries so expensive?

It should be a delicious three and a half hours as we watch the meaningless game and simply pray for no one to get hurt.

We'll report back on Monday, and if you think you're so fucking great why not try and make the stuff as well. Then we can all compare notes as President Carter stares at us disapprovingly.

Recipe for Waffle House Waffles
Recipe for Peach Compote