Before I tell you about the pancake, however, let me tell you about two things that led to the making of the pancake.
First, there’s Food 52, which I started reading after hearing about The Essential New York Times Cookbook. The cookbook represents five years of testing and research on the best and most noteworthy recipes published by the NYT since the 1850s. The site grew out of the experience of testing for the cookbook and realizing that the best – and most meaningful – cooking takes place in the home. I’ve only started to delve into its depths, but at its heart, Food 52 is a community that operates on these ground rules:
If you cook, your family will eat dinner together.
If you cook, you will naturally have a more sustainable household.
If you cook, you’ll set a lifelong example for your children.
If you cook, you’ll understand what goes into food and will eat more healthily.
If you cook, you’ll make your home an important place in your life.
If you cook, you’ll make others happy.
If you cook, people will remember you.
I don’t know about you, but each and every one of those rules resonates with me. They also bring me to the second thing that made our pancake possible: a giant cast iron skillet that arrived in the mail sometime last year, a gift from our friends Kevin and Jill in DC. I may have mentioned this before, but Kevin is a cast iron wizard. In the course of one meal at their house, Kevin prepared both a pork roast AND an apple pie in the same cast iron skillet. I firmly believe that Kevin can make anything in his cast iron skillet, and that anything that comes out of his cast iron skillet will taste good. More importantly, though, I feel like all of the rules above are embodied in Kevin and Jill’s approach towards cooking and food. Their kitchen is a happy and healthy place, and they’re raising their small son to be an adventurous eater. I have many warm memories from their dinner table, and I often wish that we lived closer so that we could share meals and games again.
This post wasn’t meant to be sentimental, though. Breakfast is no time for sentimentality. It is a time for preventing the morning grumbles with something delicious and simple to prepare. Like this pancake: a few ingredients whisked together and poured in a very hot cast iron skillet, then baked til golden. Shane spread homemade jam on his half, while I enjoyed mine with just powdered sugar. As an entire meal, it was on the small side, but it was enough to get our day off to a really nice start.