Morning, you are good to me. Pancakes, you are good. I made these, virtually speaking, for my mother-in-law in Chicago who loves blueberry pancakes with lemon juice and sugar. I only wish we could all be sitting at the same table eating them, of course, but blogging them seems like the next best thing. Sue, pancakes for you from far across the miles, with love.
When Andy and I were in Seattle a few weeks ago, Pam and Wendy and I went to the Daiso for several happy hours on Sunday afternoon. For under $30 we each got out of there with happy baskets filled with treats. We sat in the atrium of the Westlake Center and did a little show 'n' tell. All so different. My stuff was all cupcake papers and pink notebooks, Pam's was all cool stuff I didn't even see in there, and Wendy's was eminently practical. I did tempt her with my heart-shaped pancake mold, though.
I should tell her, however, that there is nothing less practical on earth to make than heart-shaped pancakes. If you only have one mold. Note to self: Next time get these.
If your mold is not nonstick, like this one, oil or butter it around the inside very well — these really want to stick. That little lever moves up and down — this photo was taken while I was doing my experiment to see if you could "flip" it while it was still in the mold. But the best thing to do is to cook the pancake on medium-low heat for quite a while until the edges get dry, then push it out with a little espresso spoon, and flip it. Then wash the mold and re-oil to use again. Better yet, see note to self in previous paragraph.
1 c. flour
2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
2 T. sugar
1 large egg, lightly beaten
1 1/2 c. milk
2 T. butter, melted
Whisk flour, baking soda, and salt together in a bowl with a pourable spout. Add egg, milk, and melted butter (I melt the butter in the griddle pan I'm going to use, then pour it in the batter). Whisk gently to combine and don't overmix. Add blueberries as desired. Top with lemon juice and sugar.
Thank you to everyone who has written me about the Hallmark magazine article. We sincerely appreciate all of your kind words about it. I have yet to actually look at it (I know, I am a loser). I get very shy and self-conscious about these things. I like to pretend they're not happening, generally. But I was honored to be asked to tell our story to Hallmark, and I do honestly hope that by telling it someone is inspired to pick up hook, yarn, needle, or thread. They are extraordinary medicine, and that is something that I discover over and over again. I feel like I discover it again every single day. Despite the many trappings of work and words and web sites and orders and articles and emails and book proofs and everything else that crafting has brought into my life, the stitches themselves are always at the heart of it all. The stitches are what I love. I'm so very, very grateful for them.
And grateful for Nurse Paulson, of course. That man heals hearts in too many ways to count. xoxo