Pancake Mondays

Hi! Welcome to the Pancake Mondays Café! My name is Lisa and I’ll be your server today.

It’s times like these where I wish my name was Flo or Rosie. That would make my introduction more believable. Hmmm, pancakes. My mind drifts to a tall stack of thick buttermilk ones, dotted heavily with raspberries and served with sour cream and real maple syrup. A side order of sausage, please. Yes, and coffee, black. For the rest of my family, the there is no other option. “Chocolate-chip pancaaaaakes” they sing to me like my own private Sunday morning opera. Then in a symphony of clanging silverware, the piled-high platter of buttermilk goodness is reduced to a greasy smudge of melted butter and chocolate.

Yes, pancakes, the official Sunday breakfast of my family.

“But why Mondays?”, you ask. That’s very good question indeed. The reason is thus; the standard fare that graces our table every Sunday morning is only a fluffy fantasy during the week. Sure, we’ve all done the breakast-for-dinner routine on busy weekdays. But pancakes for breakfast? Now that’s luxury!

You see, I’m an American living in the Netherlands (Holland) with my family. While living in Europe has its benefits, I have to make do without the everyday things that I used while living in the US. Aunt Jemima does not live here. Pancakes, like many other items mean from scratch, and of course, I’m going to give you the recipe.

Sunday Best Pancakes

2 C Flour
2 T sugar
2 t baking powder
1/2 t salt
2 eggs lightly beaten
2 T vegetable oil or melted butter
2 1/2 C butter milk
Fresh or frozen berries, or chocolate chips. (Bananas will work too)

Wisk everything except berries/chips in a bowl. Over med heat, spoon onto a butterd skillet using a gravy spoon. Dot with berries, fruit or chips. Flip over when bubbly on the top. Let cook for about 1 minute more. Serve with butter and syrup. Try sour cream on berry pancakes. It’s delicious.

2 Responses to “Pancake Mondays”

  1. Christine, Lisa's sister Says:

    I too, dear sister, dream in food… not just in black and white but in color, texture, and smell. It is the ultimate dream: Greasy dripping sausage under a mile-high stack of steaming hot pancake goodness. I wake up still dreaming of the sticky sloppy goo of pure maple syrup lathered in melting sweet butter. OH, geesh, I almost forgot, i am sitting at my desk at work…. Got to go.

  2. Jo Says:

    Lisa, let’s not talk about the food part. I’ll gain wait at the mere mention of it.
    Hello! You dad and I have been in the same cyber group for MANY years. He’s a jouster of the sneakiest kind, smart, funny, a friend to all and a royal pest!! Hahahaha! He suggested that we visit your blog and I, for one, am enjoying the heck out of it. It’s informative as well as very entertaining and funny. Girl, you are a whiz at this! Do I have to tell him he was right about this and about you? His head will swell. How will we stand him when that happens, oh the misery of it all.
    Seriously, I am looking forward to reading everything you write. You are Gooooooood! I wish you the best at whatever you decide to do with the rest of your life. Laugh a lot and just be happy! Must go eat a pancake! Now see what you have done???! Keep it up, PLEASE!