Pancakes for Dinner
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mishalakA Pointless Story
One of the odd things that we would sometimes have for dinner when I was growing up were spinach pancakes. My mom would take several big bunches of spinach from the garden wash and then wilt them in a pan with a bit of water to prevent burning. Then she'd cut up the leaves into moderate sized bits and add to pancake mix from which she would leave out half the milk. Test for consistency and then cook as usual.
Why in the world did she make this dish? Spinach bolts, that is when it throws up a flower spike, when the weather turns hot and gets bitter and fibrous too. So in the last few weeks of its season we'd have a large excess of spinach and mom needed to find some way to get us to eat more.
The first time I tried them there was some resistance, naturally, as they looked like a rather Cthuluian food. But eventually being able to put syrup and butter on a dinner food won both my sister and me over. I remember on at least one occasion I managed to get log cabin syrup on my hands to such an extent that I could not lick it off and had to go upstairs to wash my hands. They were a family favorite for many years and I was just thinking about making a batch sometime this summer.
One of the odd things that we would sometimes have for dinner when I was growing up were spinach pancakes. My mom would take several big bunches of spinach from the garden wash and then wilt them in a pan with a bit of water to prevent burning. Then she'd cut up the leaves into moderate sized bits and add to pancake mix from which she would leave out half the milk. Test for consistency and then cook as usual.
Why in the world did she make this dish? Spinach bolts, that is when it throws up a flower spike, when the weather turns hot and gets bitter and fibrous too. So in the last few weeks of its season we'd have a large excess of spinach and mom needed to find some way to get us to eat more.
The first time I tried them there was some resistance, naturally, as they looked like a rather Cthuluian food. But eventually being able to put syrup and butter on a dinner food won both my sister and me over. I remember on at least one occasion I managed to get log cabin syrup on my hands to such an extent that I could not lick it off and had to go upstairs to wash my hands. They were a family favorite for many years and I was just thinking about making a batch sometime this summer.
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