There are few foods out there than can bring me back to my five-year old self like a batch of pancakes fresh off the griddle.
At my parents house, Mondays are dubbed "Pancake Mondays".
This is a more recent tradition, but I am totally okay with it.
Seriously - with the exception of The Dude - who doesn't love breakfast for dinner? (Don't be scared, I am still working on him - one of these days I will win him over on the concept. I have declared it so.)
The pancakes from my childhood were a mixture of wheat and regular flour. I remember the container of wheat flour that was there solely for pancake making.
Back then, using wheat flour was fairly exotic in my mind.
I would not have knows what to do if someone had thrown a batch of Swiss chard in them and called them "farçous".
Yep, these are not my daddy's pancakes.
Whirred up in a blender until it looks like one of my morning green smoothies?
Totally not the pancakes of my childhood, but oh so good.
In lieu of maple syrup and apple sauce, I topped these with creme fraiche and chives.
They were a perfect side to these cod and chard roulades. (The balsamic tomato sauce made a great "dipper" for stray pancakes).
Well, I guess childhood wasn't as far removed from these as I thought...
Yes, kids - even adults play with their food.