Dear banana-oat pancakes,
It’s not you. It’s me. I love bananas, oats, and ohmigod pancakes. And you’re fine. Better than fine. You’re sweet and oat-nutty and you never leave your dirty socks on the floor. Oh, sure, you might be a bit temperamental about griddle temperatures, but what pancake isn’t?
But you see, you’re too good for me. You’re so busy with those flavors you have going on. I know, I know, they work together! You’d be the perfect pancake for someone who looks for more in a pancake.
Me, however, I can’t help loving the simple pancakes best.
The buttermilk pancakes with their mad guitar skillz and artfully mussed emo hair. With the occasional earrings of blueberries.
The spelt pancakes with their Greenpeace stickers, dark soulful eyes, and selfless desire to change the world.
The buckwheat pancakes with their six-pack abs, skin-tight t-shirts, and the smell of clean sweat, oil, and black dirt.
You’re good, banana-oat pancakes. Really good. Kids would really go for you. You can easily catch yourself another woman, or even another man, if that’s the way you want to swing. The bananas make you sweet and smooth, while the coarse oat flour makes you a bit rugged and hearty.
I’m sure others will love you better than I can. I’ll stick with spelt pancakes, but you’ll always hold a special place in my
heart tummy. And that’s why I’m going to share your recipe; so that the world may appreciate you for who you are. Read more on banana-oat pancakes…