My Mom grew up with a tradition that she shared with her children. The tradition is, if it is cloudy or raining, there will be pancakes to eat. When it rains in Arizona, it is a huge treat. I think the staying inside and cozy aspect of rain in the desert southwest, lends itself to the consumption of sweet little cakes (when droplets turn up)...
It is not raining today, but a bit chillier than normal. A perfect day for Old Fashioned Oatmeal Pancakes.
I have been so excited about The Mad Tea Party, and being on this finishing side of projects. I have been doing much needed housework, and going back and forth to my other house, bringing treats for the party. I know it is early, we still have two months before the party. But, for some reason, time flies in my world.
So, this morning, with that fresh feeling of projects completed and the house getting a bit back to normal (whatever normal is), it was all about pancakes :)
Calm pancake flipping...
These pancakes are the best I have ever tasted. I have made them often, and changed the recipe a little...
Here is the recipe, give the file a few seconds to open.
Won't you consider making them? You will love them, me thinks...
I like a quiet, warm pancake, morning. Especially today, when every muscle in my body hurts from loading my car so full at the city house yesterday (one hour away), that not even one toothpick would fit in my car when I was done. Poor car is sitting out there bursting at the seams, and I must go unload it asap.
You see, I am mad ;)
Oh and, I did another insane thing yesterday, in the name of blogosphere fun. You will see sooooo sooooon! Ooooo iieeeeeee, yes you will see ;)))
So, let me sit here with you for one more second, and sip. Before my crazy life grabs me by the bloomers and shoves me out the door.
I just can't wait to share the next bit of fun with you!!!
Thank you for signing up for the Mad Tea Party! And, there is still oodles of time to sign up ;)
ps: For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about this, as I flipped our pancakes on our huge cast iron skillet, and then nibbled...
My first television watching memories are with the Ingalls family, and my first book was Little House on the Prairie. Which I drew in, and lost.