To make these easy gluten-free apple waffles, you will need the following:

1. Combine the milk and lemon juice in a small bowl and let it sit for a few minutes so that the milk sours, making a faux buttermilk. Or I guess you could use real buttermilk, if you already have it in the house.

2. Mix the dry ingredients in a medium-to-large bowl. Or enlist an adorable one-year-old to do the mixing for you. Feel free to take pictures because you can’t handle the cuteness.

3. Shred your apple with a grater – I usually aim for somewhere between 1/2 to 1 cup. I always peel the apple first so that it disappears into the waffle batter better. Goodness knows my kids won’t eat something contaminated with an unidentified speck. They just don’t get that “rustic” vibe.

4. Add the egg, the sour milk,and the shredded apple to the dry ingredients and mix. The recipe in the book calls for 2 tbsp of butter too, but melting butter  just crosses my laziness-threshold, so I skip it. Please don’t tell my husband.

5. Before each waffle, you might want to grease the griddle, especially if your waffle maker is old and prone to sticking. I use a silicone pastry brush to paint olive oil across the surface. Careful though — it can splatter back at you. Stupid oil.

6. Pour some batter into your waffle maker and let it cook. I set our waffle maker’s dial to the middle — low enough that the waffles are soft but high enough to ensure they’re cooked through.

We have a new waffle maker that I don’t love, so I can only assume that it will last forever. Man, I miss our Belgium-style one though. Oh well. This guy is happy either way.

His face is all: “Waffles? We’re having waffles?”

Oh, they’re coming, darling, they’re coming. Let me make up some fresh whipped cream first in the Blendtec. Yeah, life is good.

I wish I had a whole stack of these — you know, for photography purposes. I guess that’s what separates professional food bloggers from tired mothers that just got back from church with three cranky kids that WANT FOOD RIGHT NOW. Except that my kids suddenly don’t want them because “we had those last week”. Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with that. Did they even see the homemade whipped cream? “EW GET IT OFF MY PLATE!!” Yup, they saw the homemade whipped cream. Sigh.

But your family will love them, I promise. Because waffles are amazing.

Or just come to my house on a Sunday afternoon and eat them with me — I know my kids would be happy to share.

This post has been shared at Thank Goodness It’s Monday at Nourishing Joy.