Day 48 – Pancakes: A Love Story

Sweet dreams are made of these...

Sweet dreams are made of these…

Hi everyone, my name is Veronica and I am bat-shit crazy, head over heels, ridiculously, hopelessly, madly in love with pancakes.

Hi Veronica.

I didn’t realize how much of a problem I had until the first time I went to Europe. No big deal, I thought, I’m not super close with my family or friends in America, this will be a breeze. I was mindlessly consuming diner and out-of-the-box pancakes so I didn’t really understand how fundamental they were to my happiness.

Home At Last

Home At Last

Well in some respects, yes, it was easy living abroad. But you know what I didn’t expect to miss? Know what was the hardest to live without during those eight months? Know what the first thing I ate was when I woke up for the first time in America? You guessed it: PANCAKES.

There’s this adorable place called “The Shack” in my hometown. I’ve been a regular there since before I knew how to feed myself. They have literally defined breakfast for me. Sure I love fruit and cereal and all that other jazz. Coffee is nice and bacon, well that’s another story, but nothing puts a smile on my face like a nice tall stack of round, fluffy happy-cakes.

Now I live in Spain and not only do they have a thing called “American breakfast” but it turns out they actually have a word for pancakes, tortitas, which is a step up from Italy (mi despiace, Italia). Sadly, the ones I have found are lackluster to say the most, not pancakes at all to say the least, and maple syrup isn’t even on the menu! If you want that you have to pay twelve dollars for a mini bottle of mystery brown liquid at a specialty shop.

SO. This weekend I took matters into my own hands, partly because my poor-person’s kitchen already had all the ingredients except milk, and partly because I needed to CREATE something for my 365 Day Challenge. The results were out of this world. I died and went to heaven and reincarnated with every single bite. Seriously, guys, we’re talking religious experience here.

Like, guys, listen… have you ever eaten clouds sprinkled with vanilla-flavored rainbows while your whole body was bathed in the softest golden glow of warmth and angels lovingly massaged your brain? That kind of approaches the magic I’m talking about here.

Here‘s the recipe I used. I didn’t add the last quarter cup of flour and I might not have added the last quarter cup of milk either but I’m not sure because I was so excited to mix it all up that I forgot to count (even though I specifically reminded myself to pay attention). Anyway you should go by the batter texture anyway, not the recipe. If you have to pick, lean towards too thick. Go wild. And let me know how your angel massage goes.

Banana-Walnut... I can't recommend this enough.

Banana-Walnut… I can’t recommend this enough.

Pancakes – The DOs and the DON’Ts:

  • Do use vanilla soy milk, animals don’t drink other animals’ milk. Plus, vanilla.
  • Do add a splash of vanilla extract. Because, vanilla.
  • Don’t use the prepackaged mix. The additives of even the friendliest-looking brands aren’t worth the three minutes you save.
  • Don’t use bleached or enriched flour. Ever.
  • Do add strawberries, bananas, walnuts, chocolate chips, ricotta cheese, pears, brie, pine nuts, blueberries, MAGIC, etc. (But maybe not all at once?)
  • Don’t drown them in syrup. Give these babies a chance to wow you solo.
  • Do share your pancake love below. What’s your favorite combination of flavors?! Do you have a different recipe you want to share?
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