“Can you make me pancakes right now?”
“No Gracie, not right now.”
That’s what I woke up to very early this morning. You see, I was going to pretend I didn’t hear my younger sister and go back to sleep. I’m not a morning person, I like to stay up late and sleep in even later. And it’s not that I don’t like pancakes, I just never eat them. If I’m ever up early enough to eat breakfast in the first place, I’m going savory. Nothing beats a slightly runny bacon, egg, and cheese on a hard roll. And I mean nothing. If you disagree then I automatically think less of you. Not sorry ’bout it.
As I turned over and attempted to fall back asleep, I felt a pang of guilt. I only get to see this munchkin a couple of times a year and I won’t even volunteer to make pancakes with her? On a Sunday morning? What kind of monster am I? She’s growing up so fast! Soon she’ll be a preteen and be “too cool” to make pancakes with her old, un-fun, sister!
“…..aaaaahhhhh I’ll do it.” I say as I practically fall out of bed.
Gracie has won, she always wins.
After I wobbled down the stairs, I started asking her what flavor pancakes she wanted. I was reaaallllly trying to convince that poor child that she wanted green tea pancakes…Gracie was not having it. She looked me straight in the eye and said, “Kelsie, you’re going to make the pancakes my way. Then I’m going to show you how to eat them.”
Not gonna lie, I was a bit confused. What was she talking about? Saying that she was going to show me how to eat pancakes? I have 12 more years of pancake eating experience than she does. I’m a basically a pro. A little rusty, but definitely still a pro.
Once I finished flipping the last pancake, I asked her if she wanted me to put butter and maple syrup on them. She simply said no thank you, left the fork I got for her behind, grabbed the pancakes, two jars of Nutella from the cupboard, and sat down at the table.
I finally got it.
She simply spread Nutella on a pancake, rolled it up, and ate it with her hands. Then she made me one. At first I was a little grossed out, I didn’t want to eat pancakes without a fork…But then I thought “fuck it.”
There I was, before 7am laughing and licking Nutella off of my fingers with a 10 year old. I no longer wished that I was back in bed continuing that awesome dream I was having about being a secret agent. It wasn’t the most technically difficult breakfast I could have made, but it was fun and simple. By far the best breakfast I’ve had in a long time… Even if Gracie did leave me to do all of the dished by myself.
Recipe inspired by A Taste of Home.
- 1/2 cup of all purpose flour
- 2 tablespoons of powdered sugar
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 egg
- 1/2 cup of milk
- 1 tablespoon of vegetable oil
- 3/4 teaspoon of vanilla extract
Pancakes are pretty simple. In a large bowl, mix together all of the dry ingredients. Flour, powdered sugar, baking powder, and salt. In another bowl, whisk together all of the wet ingredients. Egg, milk, vegetable oil, and vanilla extract. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients. Mix until just incorporated. If the batter is lumpy don’t worry about it, once you cook the pancakes you wont be able to tell.
Heat a skillet over medium heat, add butter, and then add 1/4-1/2 cup of batter to the skillet per pancake (depending on how big you want them). Wait until you see bubbles form on top of the pancake, then flip. approximately 2 minutes per side.
spread one side with Nutella, roll up, and eat.