life is simple, just add water.
One of my fondest memories of childhood was the smell of big pancakes whirling like a little ballerina into my bedroom on chilly winter mornings.
The recipe is incredibly simple and passed down to my mom from my grandma and who knows how many generations previous.
I’m pretty sure that they are crepes, but somewhere along the way we lovingly began to call them big pancakes.
No matter how simple they are or what you or I choose to call them, to me they are one of the yummiest things you can fill your belly with.
The big pancake recipe card that rests in mom’s kitchen cupboard though worn, discolored, and clearly used is with no doubt loved.
1 cup flour
2 eggs
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
dash of salt
plenty of love
In a large mixing bowl combine the flour and eggs. Gradually add in the milk. Stir until a smooth batter forms with no lumps.
Heat a lightly buttered frying pan on medium heat. Pour the thin batter onto the pan using approx. 1/4 cup per crepe. Swirl the pan around a bit until the batter spreads evenly on the bottom. The thinner the better and practice makes perfect!
Cook for about 2 or 3 min. and then using a spatula flip the pancake and cook for another min. or 2 on the other side.
Top with whatever makes your heart sing (butter and sugar for me please!) and roll several simultaneously so you don’t have to wait in between to prepare more!
More toppings if you so desire and ENJOY your big pancakes!
a sudden slightly shrill scream escaped from me as the man ran in front of our cab after being picked up from the Cairo airport.
We were speeding along the freeway when it happened, and I having never experienced anything like it before, thought it was a crazy man that just about lost his life.
When it happened several more times before arriving at the hotel, I realized I was wrong.
This is a post written by Elizabeth Gilbert that I stumbled upon a while back. It brought me to tears and has changed the way I look at my life.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
If you have experienced infertility, then chances are you have experienced huge uncertainty.
Like me you have probably found yourself on a roller coaster of endless cycles of uncertainty and fear.
I’m known in my family for being a go-getter. I’ve been known to put myself through a LOT of self-induced stress while trying to accomplish a goal I have fixed my sight on.
For my first experience of India it would have been smart to choose a nice quiet, clean, touristy destination. (Wait does that exist?)
We arrived into Kolkata very late in the night, but thankfully found a willing taxi driver quickly.
This is a post I wrote a few years ago, when I was still hoping for and dead set on a natural pregnancy.
It was a phase or a stage of my journey that I needed to go through.
For a long time I felt like I was supposed to conceive naturally, and that because I didn’t I had failed.