Friday, January 8, 2010

Pancakes and other piles

Most days when Harry gets home from school, he leaves a pile like this somewhere:

I always think of it as a visual deep sigh. And then he retreats to the couch in his underpants and t-shirt to unwind from a stressful day of kindergarten. (She said without an ounce of sarcasm.)

Of course, most mornings, we are willing to go the extra mile to keep him on the right side of happy, since he is. not. a morning person. And most mornings, this means pancakes. Oh, we've had our fits and starts with them, from the Smitten Kitchen (good tips, too much buttermilk) to Barefoot Contessa (a little complicated for every day) and even the Pioneer Woman (just bad. and no buttermilk).

And finally we landed on Alton Brown's recipe. And we were happy.

And our pants don't fit.

So, now we make a 1/2 recipe and fry up 1 pancake per morning for that glorious boy.

And he was happy.

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