In case any of you missed it, yesterday was National Blueberry Pancake Day, and as promised, I celebrated at lunch with a new pancake recipe.
I whisked together 1/2 cup blanched almond flour, 1 egg, 1/4 cup seltzer water, 1/4 tsp baking powder, a pinch of salt, and some cinnamon. I then added 3 whipped egg whites to the batter for a little more volume. My toppings were butter, a little syrup, and some frozen blueberries warmed up on the stove-top and then mashed. I read that seltzer water will make your pancakes light and fluffy, and it did. These were really good, and as much as I love my protein cakes, it was nice to eat a plate of pancakes that tasted like…well, they tasted like actual pancakes. Protein powder tends to give them a rubbery taste. No worries Jay. I still love ya!
Today was my last official workout with Lindsey. It was a fun month, but I won’t lie. I had no qualms when it came to packing up my dumbbells after today’s workout. I’ll write a formal wrap-up Monday as that is our last official “weigh-in”. No working out for me this weekend, but I’m hoping to fill February with lots of yoga and walking. In fact, I can’t wait.
So, to all of you pancake lovers out there, please share your best pancake tip with me, but first, I shall share one with you. I was having the hardest time with my new pancake griddle. After greasing it, my pancakes would smoke like crazy whenever I made them leaving this horrible burnt smell in our kitchen for hours afterwards. Well reader Carolyn suggested that I let my griddle warm up on low heat for about 10 to 15 minutes and then keep the heat on low when frying my pancakes. Apparently, I was using too high of a temperature, and turning the heat down has made a world of difference, and I don’t even need to grease the griddle with anything. After I’m done, I simply let it cool and wipe it off with a damp cloth. Thanks Carolyn!
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To everyone getting snow, stay warm my friends. I wish I could bring each one of you a mug of HEABified hot chocolate. Even Nashville is blanketed in white, and it’s still coming down.