Happy Pancake Sunday!
Tbh, making pancakes always make me very anxious and stressed. I’ve never been able to make a perfect stack. Something always goes wrong (i.e., they’re cakey, they’re burnt, they’re underdone and liquidy inside, I messed up “the flip,” the list just goes on!). This stack right here looks good BUT had some issues with their doneness–one side is a little too dark, while the other side is a bit undercooked. And I ended up throwing away the first 2 as I was fiddling with the temperature.
I often prefer making multigrainy, seedy, oaty, whole wheat pancakes that tend to be made from a thick gloopy batter which means irregular shapes and craggy edges. That’s fine, I can whip those up easily, no problem!
Brandon grew up having perfectly golden, round, light, and fluffy pancakes every Sunday morning, courtesy of his dad. And I did too, my mom made it look so easy, she wouldn’t even measure her ingredients!
So I always end up putting too much pressure on myself to recreate that feeling he and I would have on those mornings from our childhood. But it’s alright, Brandon’s dad passed onto him his family’s pancake-making skills. This morning he told me, “Next time, I’ll make them so you’re not so stressed, and you can save your pancake-making energy for experimenting with new recipes and seasonal flavors. I’ll handle the classic.” 🐻🥞❤️