hey good looking

| February 12th, 2006 at 19:10 |

I’ve decided to start writing about my successes (and failures) in the kitchen. Marcus and I don’t cook much, because there are so few meals that both he and I can handle. He has very little sense of smell or taste, so he needs lots and lots of flavor in his meals. I have a very finicky stomach, so the blander the better. You can see where this might post a problem. But we manage to do some things.

One of the first things we tried was from this book we found that seemed to just scream at us from the shelf. It’s by Debbie Puente, and it’s called Your Shirt Is NOT an Oven Mitt!

3 eggs, separated
3 T butter, melted
(the recipe says you can use margarine, but ew)
1 2/3 c buttermilk
1 t vanilla extract
1 1/2 c AP flour
1 T sugar
1 t baking powder
1 t baking soda
1/2 t salt
Chopped pecans (optional)
(I use candied walnuts, because I’m addicted)
Butter for greasing griddle

Preheat a nonstick griddle. (For best results, the heat should be medium to medium-low.) In a large bowl, beat the egg yolks and butter. Add buttermilk and vanilla. Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in another bowl; add to the egg mixture. Mix until just blended. (For thinner pancakes, add more buttermilk.) Beat egg whites until stiff peaks form; gently fold into batter. If desired, add a few tablespoons of chopped pecans. Pour about 1/4 cup batter onto greased griddle. Turn the pancakes over when bubbles form on top. Cook until second side is golden brown (”and delicious!” as Alton Brown would say). Serve with your favorite syrup.

I love these pancakes so so so much. And they’re not hard, either. The hardest part is whipping the eggs to stiff peaks, but I think next time I’m just going to bring the laptop into the kitchen and read while I do it.

  1. 2 Responses to “hey good looking”

  2. By Me, God Damnit | Feb 13, 2006 at 0:08 | Reply

    “Marcus and I don’t cook much”?

    Have you noticed that almost every evening, I disappear for 15 minutes to an hour, and then I suddenly reappear with plates of food in my hand?

    Did you think I was going for takeout?

  3. By d | Feb 13, 2006 at 0:11 | Reply

    You cook a lot. WE do not.

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