For me? Pancakes are the ultimate comfort food. Sweet, but not overly so; reminiscent of childhood meals where you were in disbelief that you actually got to have cake for breakfast. And now that I live on my own? Pancakes are my favorite reminder that–as a grown-up–I totally get to have dinner drenched in syrup if I want to.
Let’s face it: the Irish aren’t exactly know for their cooking abilities. When there is no meat temperature other than well done and the starch part of your meal often consists of a dark stout, it’s likely that you’ll be passed over when it comes to gourmet food tours. (Disclaimer: Stereotypes! )
Maybe so. But when my mom and my aunt talk about Sunday night dinners growing up, they always, always reminisce about the boxty my grandma (affectionately known as “Mom-Mom” by her gaggle of grandchildren) would make them. (“Boxty” is the Irish term for potato pancakes–like latkes, for my Jewish brothers and sisters out there.) My mom loved them hot off the skillet, while my aunt preferred them cold the next morning for breakfast (with granulated sugar sprinkled on top).
How are all the rest of you on the East Coast holding up after Hurricane Irene? I know there was a variety of different effects depending on what region people found themselves in. I was lucky enough to be in a mostly unaffected area–we got a ton of rain and wind, but because my house is on a hill, we didn’t get any flooding. There were a lot of leaves and twigs to be raked up on Sunday afternoon, but no damage to the house or cars or anything, thank goodness. I know we’re among the lucky ones!
Perhaps you found yourself cooped up inside as a result of our dear friend Irene–whether in anticipation of her coming, during the storm itself, or in the aftermath of the cleanup. Whenever I find myself housebound and stir-crazy, I crave the mother of all comfort foods: pancakes.
What are your thoughts on breakfast? If you’re anything like me, it’s your favorite meal of the day. I mean, breakfast is so versatile! It can be sweet; it can be savory; you can even have it for dinner on occasion. What could be better?
Sometimes after one of those weeks–those weeks when your train breaks down, everything at work that has been running late suddenly gets back on schedule all at the same time, and you feel under the weather to boot–you just want to wake up on Saturday, when the weekend is finally here, and treat yourself to a yummy breakfast. But I bet you’re a good person. And when the thing you really, really want is pancakes, you say to yourself, “Oh, no, I shouldn’t make pancakes. A whole batch? And only me around to eat them? No, that would be wasteful.”
Well, kids, thanks to the always ingenious stylings of Joy the Baker (and a little freestyling on my part), that is no longer an issue.