“You can’t be like pancakes. All exciting at first, but by the end you’re f–king sick of them.”
Being a responsible adult I decided that in preparation for this hurricane business we’d need at least some healthy food in the house (in addition to our four types of chips, three different cookies and a 30 rack of beer). So I very responsibly bought a tub of blueberries. Here, you can see them in the fridge, I’m serious. The only healthy food in the entire apartment.
Thank god it wasn’t the end of the world. I’m not sure how long we would have survived. Then again, there are a lot of preservatives in that food, so maybe our odds would have been better than I predicted.
I bought these blueberries for a very specific reason. See, I’m not particularly fond of fresh fruit – except grapefruit, I’ll gobble that stuff up like it’s going out of style. But there is just something about the texture of fresh fruit that really bugs me. Don’t even get me started on melons, ugh. I certainly wasn’t going to eat these berries fresh, that’d be silly. I was gunna make pancakes. They were either going to be celebration pancakes for surviving this hurricane, or misery pancakes because it was just starting (get it, blueberries? Blue pancakes? Misery is blue? Forget it). Either way, I was dead set on making them.
Except, I was at The BFs apartment, and other than a surprisingly well-stocked spice rack, there isn’t much in the way of baking ingredients. Hence why I was bored to tears on Saturday. The boys were playing Fight Night Championship (for hours!) and I was wallowing in self-pity. I wasn’t allowed to go outside; I couldn’t even watch TV (not that they would have liked what I would have picked anyway); there was nothing for me to bake with; I’m in a book funk at the moment – I can’t find anything that interests me – and I hadn’t bought a cross-stitch like N. and her sister. So I took to moaning about how bored I was. For six hours. I was great company.
But at least I had these pancakes to look forward to on Sunday morning. Let me tell you something I learned from staying over at boys’ apartments where ingredients are at a bare minimum: pancake mix can be your best friend. Get the really simple kind, where all you have to do is add water and have a few brainwaves to put it together. There are endless varieties of pancakes you can make with just this one ingredient and whatever is in your pantry. Some people might call it a cop-out, I call it ingenuity.
- 1 box of pancake mix
- 1 tsp vanilla
- ½ tsp cinnamon
- 1 tsp sugar
- ½ - 1 cup blueberries, washed and errant stems removed
- Prepare the boxed pancake mix according to the instructions, substituting the water for milk (I used skim). If the batter is a little thick still (and it might be) thin it out with a little more milk, a tablespoon at a time, to get a runnier consistency. You want it to be the same consistency as it would if just water was added.
- Add the vanilla, cinnamon and sugar. If your batter is a little lumpy that’s okay, if it’s perfectly smooth that’s not a problem either.
- Heat your skillet over medium-low heat. Melt a small pat of butter in the pan just to coat it, this gives the pancake that nice crispy edge. Pour ¼ cup of batter in the pan. Drop a few blueberries on top. Take a spoon and dab extra batter on top of all the blueberries, this keeps them from mussin’ up your pan when you flip it.
- Wait ‘til bubbles rise to the top and edges look a little cooked, about 2 minutes, before flipping and finishing. The bottoms are going to be a little darker than usual because of the butter. However if they’re burning too quickly, lower your heat. You need a nice low even heat to cook pancakes.
- Repeat the process, adding a small pat of butter to the pan before each new pancake.