pancakes!

Yesterday was pancake day - I didn't realise til late in the day... then made delicious pancakes and served them to my family: Olivia burst into tears and wailed loudly because she had such bad stomach cramps. Bodhi tried to snuggle with her then burst into tears and scream-wailed loudly when Axel stopped him from cuddling with her under her duvet on the sofa. Axel stormed off to eat his in front of the computer and slammed the door.

Ah, la, my family life...

Anyway, if anyone wants to make them what I did. Bear in mind they come out different every single time. I am aware it is now Lent, but I don't really expect anyone to be giving up pancakes.

Angry Pancakes (or so it seems)

1 cup Dove's Farm self Raising Flour (it's gluten free, you don't have to use it, but it's nice and light and fluffy)
small amount of baking powder ... it's up to you, I vary it. Start with half a tsp, I suppose.
1/2 tsp cinnamon.

Mash one banana, add one beaten egg and one cup of whatever milk you fancy - lat night I used half soya, half lactose free. Rice milk is good too. 1 Tsp vanilla. Actually, if it's too thick, just add more milk, I usually do.

Mix the wet into the dry, leave it in the fridge for a while and then fry them. I did two little round ones instead of one big one per batch and they suit that - they were all nice and fat and fluffy.

It was SO COLD last night. I was trying to read stories online in the computer room, as I damaged my laptop cable and can't sit in bed anymore... upstairs there's double glazing, downstairs there's just iciness. I had to fortify myself with a hotwater bottle and a final hot pancake. I wasn't going to give in to the last pancake, but I had a sudden sensual memory of being cold and hungover at Feile so many years ago, and getting hot coffee in a styrofoam cup and freshly cooked donuts in a paper bag, and they were just oily, doughy, sugary manna, and we went back for more, and nothing was ever so comforting, they stopped the shivering and brought out the sun.


So. I bow to fried flour based goodness. And I wish I could find a dusty, hidden switch under the stairs that my inquisitive fingers could reach out and flick, and magically cause my family to chill the fuck out.