The other night, I came home after a long day at work, exhausted and starving. It was too late to begin any major cooking, but I really, really did not feel like a sandwich. I thought longingly of pizza delivery, but being the good girl I am, I steeled myself. "I am not going to spend money. I am going to cook," I told myself. And then inspiration: Melinda's yogurt pancakes.
Since I could feel my blood sugar dropping rapidly, I set to work as quickly as possible. I substituted whole wheat flour for all purpose since that's all I have, and I mixed all the ingredients dry and wet in one bowl because um, I'm lazy and I didn't want to wash two bowls. And of course, I waited about five seconds for the yogurt and the baking soda to react with each other.
Given that I adjusted Melinda's recipe to meet my laziness standards, I wasn't sure whether the pancakes would turn out great, but what the hell, I thought, they'll be edible and that's all that matters. I fried the pancakes up, my stomach growling impatiently as I waited for them to turn brown.
Guys, these pancakes were insanely delicious. I'm not kidding, they might have been the best pancakes I've ever had. They were so good, that I think I'm going to rename them Melinda's Yogurt Pancrack. I just added a bit of farmers' market jam and I was good to go.
Now you might be wondering, why is there only one pancake in this picture? Where are the other artfully arranged pancakes? Well, here is the sad, sad story. While Green Bean, Beany, and Melinda may be all Classy Dames who sit down to eat with cloth napkins and candlesticks and take time to artfully arrange berries for their pictures of food porn, I am not. So the second a pancake came off the grill, I ladled more batter onto the pan, and then gobbled down my pancake. Yes, I know, Michael Pollan would kill me. But I bet he's never eaten Melinda's Yogurt Pancrack or surely he would understand.
1 year ago