I will skimp on wine, good coffee beans, haircuts, clothing, music -- pretty much everything, but I will NOT skimp on pancakes.
Yes, I have a bag of Krusteaz in my cupboard, but it may have weevils,
I don't know, because I insist on creating a shitload of dishes every
time and making pancakes the long way. My mom's recipe, sort of.
Mostly. And it may be a standard Every Person In The World Has This
Recipe, You Dumb Cluck, I don't know. Please don't tell me, if it is.
Let me keep living this lie. Take down this recipe as if it's really,
really special. Oooo and ahhhh as if I'm a culinary genius.
Get syrup in your hair and tell me about it.
So here it is:
Buttermilk Pancakes The Hard Way
You will need the following hardware:
- a large bowl
- a medium bowl
- a whisk
- a large spatula
- spoons and stuff
- a small squirrel
- a griddle, or at least a good frying pan
- a stove
- a kitchen
You will need the following edibles:
- 2 or 3 eggs, your decision (tick tock . . .)
- 1 1/4 cup buttermilf. Damn, slip of the tongue. BATTERMILF
- 1/2 cup milk
- 1 1/2 cups flour
- 1 tsp. salt
- 3/4 tsp. baking soda
- 2 tblsp. sugar
- 3 tblsp. butter, melted
First, separate the eggs. Yolks go into the big bowl, whites go into
the medium bowl. Add the BATTERMILF* to the yolks, then the regular
milf.* Stir it up, baby, stir it up. BUT NOT TOO MUCH! (Did I scare
you? Sorry.)
Now for the dry ingredients. Here's the weird part. You can use
regular flour, but I try to cram as much whole wheat flour into stuff
as I can, so I use 1/2 cup each regular flour, whole wheat flour, and
cake flour (for lightness). This is NOT necessary, but is probably
part of a larger illness I am refusing to acknowledge. Dump 1 1/2 cups
flour into a sifter, and add the salt, baking soda, and sugar. Sift it
right into the big bowl. Stir it up, but only until it's just mixed --
still lumpier than a lazy advertising agency secretary's butt. Now put
it away and heat up your griddle -- 350F if you're particular, high
heat then down to medium if you're sloppy. I'm sloppy.
Melt that butter in the microwave -- how about 40 seconds on half
power? DON'T BOIL IT. Let it cool off a minute while you beat the
snot out of the egg whites. Take your whisk and whip those whites into
a froth. Your forearms will thank me, and hate me. Thank me. Beat
the whites until soft peaks form. Or quit early; it's not that
critical. HA!
Sometimes I fold the egg whites in and then stir in the melted butter,
and sometimes I do it the other way around. I'm sure there's a
preferred way, but I'm here to tell you I have done both ways and it
has not made a BIT of difference to my finished product, so you pick.
In any case, fold in the egg whites gently and mix in the butter only
until it's mixed, not a second more. Well, a second is okay.
Make your pancakes; you know the rest. I think this should feed 5-6
normal people, or four gluttons. You pick. If you're in doubt, double
the recipe. Freeze the leftovers in a Zip-Loc. Use real butter and
pure maple syrup, or this whole dirty dish circus has been for naught.
* You do fnow I mean "buttermilk" and "milk," right?









For heaven's sake, now I HAVE to try this and I really don't want to but you have made it the standard.
Posted by: Suz broughton | November 24, 2008 at 09:08 AM
These sound delicious to the max : ). And this is ABSOLUTELY a special recipe that noone has ever heard of before! Don't even worry about that for a second!
Posted by: Rebeckah | November 23, 2008 at 05:10 PM
You have my utmost respect ma'am. but I will continue buying frozen Walmart brand pancakes for those who want them around here (just my son eats them so...).
WOW but that is a lot of work for a pan fried cake!
Jen
Posted by: jennifer | November 23, 2008 at 03:33 PM
OHMYGOD THAT IS SO MUCH WORK. I needed a McDonald's Sausage McGriddle just to get through that recipe.
Posted by: bejewell | November 23, 2008 at 02:07 PM
I actually hate pancakes. Well, usually. About once a year I feel like I might want one or two. But the rest of the time? They make me want to gag.
But yours? I'm sure they'd make me a new man.
Posted by: Jason | November 22, 2008 at 09:31 PM
Mmmfph. Mmmm. Yum!
Posted by: Cactus Petunia | November 22, 2008 at 07:44 PM
oh jesus. I LOVE me some pancakes. My ass doesn't love it, but I do.
yum. yum.
Posted by: vodkamom | November 22, 2008 at 05:05 PM
Is it bad that I microwaved the squirrel and tossed the butter out?
Just asking.
Posted by: David | November 22, 2008 at 01:47 PM
I am with you, gotta make your own pancake batter! I like to add sour cream to my batter too!
Posted by: andrea charroin | November 22, 2008 at 09:44 AM
Y'all DO know about milf, I hope.
I hope.
Posted by: Bob Cleveland | November 21, 2008 at 07:44 PM
One could get filfy playing around with flour and buttermilf :)
Posted by: Rick's Cafe | November 21, 2008 at 09:53 AM
Oh my hell. Real butter? Yummy creamy REAL butter? I can't wrap my brain around that. The envy is in the way.
Posted by: WaltzInExile | November 21, 2008 at 06:42 AM
Really? All this? For pancakes? May I please have a glass of mediocre wine instead? ;)
Posted by: Ellie | November 21, 2008 at 06:10 AM
Gotta have the buttermilk. That is key. And we are pancake gluttons in our family. I better triple that recipe.
Posted by: debbie | November 21, 2008 at 06:09 AM
This illness you wish not to acknowledge...is it related to the buttermilf?
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | November 21, 2008 at 03:06 AM