I love breakfast. At what other meal do people not only approve of eating sweets but actually insist you eat cake slathered in syrup/jam/fruit etc? Bliss, definitely my favorite meal. I haven't made pancakes in forever and was craving them so I whipped up a batch this morning.
My favorite pancake recipe is from The Joy of Cooking but of course I forgot to get that book from storage. I randomly stumbled upon an oatmeal pancake recipe which looked tasty and appealed to my obsession with brown sugar oatmeal. I modified the recipe some and it came out fine.
Oatmeal Brown Sugar and Raisin Pancakes
- 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
- 1/2 cup quick cooking oats
- 1 tablespoon brown sugar
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 3/4 cup buttermilk
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 2 tablespoons apple sauce
- 1 egg
- 1/4 cup raisins, soaked in hot water
- Place all ingredients except rasins in a medium bowl and blend with a hand blender until smooth. Alternatively, place all ingredients in a food processor and puree until smooth. Fold in raisins.
- Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.
I thought the recipe was pretty good, I think I prefer my normal go to pancake recipe. Though that didn't stop me from eating half the batch. I served mine with maple syrup, jam, and homemade applesauce.
In sort of related news, Joe and I pet sat for some friends over Thanksgiving weekend. They brought over their two cats who promptly made themselves comfortable in our apartment and proceeded to show their appreciation by eating our plants, shredding the toilet paper and stealthily attacking our feet.
They weren't really nighmarish, actually. Or at least they were really cute, which somehow negates all other qualities.
See the one on the top? He was absolutely shameless in his pursuit of food. If we left out ANY dishes he would immediately waltz over and lick it clean, even if it was just a measuring cup with remnants of plain canned pumpkin (yum?).
So it shouldn't have been a surprise when I put the last of the pancakes on my plate this morning, went to the kitchen to get some water and then looked over to see the cat carrying a pancake in his mouth before making a run for it. He sprinted into the living room where Joe and I ran after him. BJ got a loving wake up call of Joe screaming, "BAD KITTY!" and me yelling, "What cat does that?!"
Apparently the pancakes get a kitty stamp of approval as well, he managed to eat a chunk before we got it away from him.
But he's so cute.
I have two finals this week but still have lots of baked goods planned. Or maybe that's why I have lots of baked goods planned. Must keep myself sane, after all.