pancake saturdays
saturdays are for pancakes.
and i don't mean those delicate french crepes. although, i am partial to them sprinkled with fine sugar and drizzled with lemon juice. its like an explosion of sunshine in your mouth. i also really don't mind them ala suzette, flambéed with grand mariner, the thick sweet citrusy sauce of oranges, butter and sugar swinging around them like a flappers dress. crepes suzette is very old school, very flamboyant and very delicious. im also quite positive that if you were to put in front of me a crepe wrapped around thinly sliced bananas and nutella, i wouldn't say no. in fact i wouldn't say anything, id be eating already. finally strawberries and cream which taste just like a perfect summers day? why i don't mind if i do.
i'm sorry i got a trifle distracted there. what i was actually talking about were
big 'ole style american fluffy pancakes
stacked up nice and high, drizzled with real maple syrup, a dollop of butter crowning it and a pile of crispy bacon on the side. did i mention the bacon needs to be crispy? and a rather large pile please? i also love pancakes with peanut butter, thinly sliced bananas on top, drizzled with maple syrup. apple pancakes go down a real treat, sprinkled with cinnamon, those sweet apple juices soon caramelise in the pan and now its real grown up business. blueberry pancakes with a smidgeon of freshly whipped cream are pretty with the blue-purple juices turning a beautiful shade of violet as i break into them.
anyway. i digress again. one pancake saturday, i made banana pancakes, slathered it with peanut butter, drizzled it with maple syrup and then tossed pretty, tart raspberries on top. a beautiful cup of black coffee with a wonderful head of crema brought it all together.
it was one of the most perfect breakfasts i had ever made.
there was a joyful silence for a long time. after which there was nothing else to do but go back to bed for an afternoon nap.
homemade banana pancakes with peanut butter and raspberries. coffee by lavazza.
