If you’re anything like me (and for the sake of this post, I’m banking on the fact that you are), you are damn busy. You are go-go-go from 6:30 a.m. to 10 p.m. You work, workout, manage all your social media outlets, maybe see your friends in real life and sometimes you even eat.
Monday through Friday, I simply don’t have time to cook. I know. Lame excuse. You food and recipe purists are screaming behind your computers, “Then MAKE time, bia!” Hold on. Take some pity on me! I swear, I really use every minute I have. I need to be able to literally throw my dinner together in the form of a salad, or I need microwavable goods handy.
Sure, I could prep on Sunday for the week ahead, but I base my meals off what I want within the hour that I want to eat. Plus, laziness often keeps me company on the weekends. That leaves me SOL and out of the kitchen for most of the week.
Lately, though, I’ve found this to be unsettling. Really, Kailz? Ya can’t spend 20 minutes putting together goat cheese gnocchi? No! Not when I’m already eating past 9 p.m. (I’ve been reading Elizabeth Gilbert again. Can you tell? Lots of talking back and forth with myself going on.)
I wouldn’t be a foodie if I didn’t have that love of starting from scratch and seeing where a recipe takes me. It’s a journey. Will this be the best thing I’ve ever tasted? Will this taste the way gunk under toenails smells? I mean, you never know.
So this past Sunday, I indulged myself with a slow morning, hot coffee and a new-to-me recipe. I could take all the time in the world I wanted. I could mess up. I could photograph it without rush.
Except, I didn’t have any blueberries. But I did have everything else, which is what I love most about this recipe. You probably have absolutely every ingredient you need to make fatty pancakes.
I gathered my ingredients, slicing half a banana in lieu of blueberries. Because they’re so alike.
The batter makes enough for one person. At first, I thought, “This must be for a very tiny person. As in, not 5’10″ with an enorme appetite.”
As I plopped the cakes into the pan, I realized why the cakes were destined for a chubby life.
The recipe makes three small-ish pancakes. They are small but mighty.
I’m trying my hardest not to make peen jokes with all this talk of thickness. Ah! Hardest!
Moving on, the pan favorites took a while to cook all the way through. Dense little suckers! I dressed them up and took them outside for the best lighting.
As I bit into the cake, I was met with pillowy banana surrounded by a hearty cake. I used regular flour and was surprised by its bland flavor. It had been a while! Next time, I’d try whole wheat. If you’re up for spending bookoo bucks on flours, these would be fantastic with coconut flour. I’m basing this off how I imagine coconut flour tastes.
Before I started eating the pancakes, I was disappointed in their size. Little did I know that afterward, I would be 100 percent satisfied and just full enough.
The ultimate test of a recipe: Will I make these again? Oh yeah!
And I’m sure chubber Marshmallow will be begging at my feet yet again.
Ciao for now,
Questions: How do you like your pancakes? + What’s your favorite pancake recipe? + What’s your pancake topper of choice?