I have been trying to cook down about a dozen bananas. I spaced and bought more when we already had some. A couple went into the banana bread, a few have gone into the freezer, and this morning I used a couple to make vegan, gluten-free banana pancakes from Blissful Bites.
It was not a triumphant return to making pancakes. The above was the best looking one I could muster and the pat of Kerrygold is hiding a hole. I really liked how crispy the pancake was all around the edges and on the outside. This pancake had a decidedly rice-y feel and taste to it and leans savory unless doused with maple syrup.
Pancakes are one of the few things that have come along in my life that I have not been able to intuit. And, for some reason, I become nearly enraged when I make pancakes and they fall apart, get stuck in the pan, have a wet, raw spot in the center, etc. The language of pancakes remains, after all these years, utterly foreign to me. And, apparently, this is a sore spot.
Gem did not care for these, Sag liked them well enough. I was inspired enough by making these that I will pursue a grain-free pancake recipe. Cap and I have long desired to get off the teat of Arrowhead Mills' gluten-free pancake mix. The quest continues...
After breakfast, I moved on to peach jam and shakshouka. They both required much stirring while bubbling. I thinked a lot of thinks while standing at the stove. For the first time in a long time I thought about the fact that I am not doing something for a community beyond my family. Nothing that feels significant, anyway.
Here is the shakshouka in its reduced beauty. (All the veg from our CSA: garlic, onion, bell peppers, tomatoes!) I will have some for dinner, poaching a couple of eggs right into a pan of sauce. Yum.
Finally, here are the Japanese-style pickled salad turnips. These are salty and fresh. Love the bits of green young leaves.
Peace.










