Thursday, January 27, 2011

Sweet potato pancakes...off the cuff

One of my favorite things are sweet potato pancakes. We had some left-over roasted sweet potatoes in the fridge the other morning, so I decided to whip some up. I took the peel off before mashing, as large pieces of peel in my pancakes aren't appealing. (Peels on my roasted potatoes for dinner, however, are VERY desirable, and very nutritious.)


I used about half the potatoes I had left; I think I should have used them all.


I've done this before, sans recipe, and they turned out great. This time, they turned out so-so.


Flour, baking powder, cinnamon and a dash of nutmeg, milk. Turns out I forgot to add the oil. (Actually, we normally put melted butter in our pancakes.)


Did I mention this was a school day and I wasn't fully awake yet?


Nothin' but the best to top our sweet potato pancakes!


Why does she have the camera out at this hour?! Woman, just let me eat in peace.


Andy showing off his toonie that the Tooth Fairy left for him.


So they weren't the best pancakes ever, but they were warm, shaped appropriately, and had syrup on them. I distinctly remember being in Mamaw's kitchen in Dothan, Alabama one visit. I requested pancakes for breakfast. Now, pancakes were made with some regularity at home by Dad, and at my other grandparents' house outside of Chicago, by Papa. But at Mamaw and Papaw's house, eggs and bacon were the norm in the morning. So on this particular visit when I asked for pancakes, Mamaw got out the flour, baking powder, sugar, and eggs. What? No Bisquick? No Hungry Jack mix? I think it was the first time I had seen pancakes made from just the basic ingredients. Mind blowing, it was.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

I soooo cannot cook this way. I definitely have to have a recipe and I follow it teaspoon by teaspoon. Maybe that has something to do with why I hate cooking, too many instructions, not enough whimsy - these do sound good with tons and tons of Aunt Jemima butter syrup - right now Derek is cringing at that thought (he's a pure maple syrup kind of guy)