Quotes About Pancakes

Pancakes with a slice of ham on top and three eggs on the slice of ham.

Hannah's 3rd Note: If you've made pancakes from scratch before, you know that they're tastier if you "season" them by covering the mixing bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerating the batter overnight. This is why I always mix my batter the night before.

PANCAKES 3½ cups frozen hash brown potatoes 2 eggs (2 extra large or 3 small) ¼ cup grated onion (or ½ teaspoon onion powder) 1 teaspoon season salt ½ teaspoon black pepper 2 Tablespoons cracker crumbs (matzo meal or flour will also work) 1/8 cup butter (¼ stick, 1 ounce) for frying 1/8 cup good olive oil for frying Toppings for the Table: sour cream applesauce cherry sauce*** blueberry sauce*** apricot sauce*** Hannah's 1st Note: Great-Grandma

LAZY POTATO PANCAKES 3½ cups frozen hash brown potatoes 2 eggs (2 extra large or 3 small) ¼ cup grated onion (or ½ teaspoon onion powder) 1 teaspoon season salt ½ teaspoon black pepper 2 Tablespoons cracker crumbs (matzo meal or flour will also work) 1/8 cup butter (¼ stick, 1 ounce) for frying 1/8 cup good olive oil for frying Toppings for the Table: sour cream applesauce cherry sauce*** blueberry sauce*** apricot sauce***

Now we add the cinnamon, I said. Sticks, not powder; broken in half. Three or four should do the trick- The summery scent had turned autumnal; bonfires and Halloween. Cinnamon pancakes cooked outside. Mulled wine and burnt sugar.

The pancakes would be easy, but the batter, made to an old recipe, with buckwheat flour and cider instead of milk, needed to rest for a couple of hours. Eat them on their own, or with salted butter, or sausages, or with goat's cheese, onion marmalade, or duck confit with peaches.

The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.

Never too late or too early for pancakes. If you don't believe that, you can turn around and go, because we are never going to be friends.

I hate violence. I hate injustice more. I just want to be a fry cook, but the world demands more from me than eggs and pancakes.

She'd heard someone say once that all the English secretly crave is breakfast three times a day. And for herself she knew it to be true. She could live on a diet of bacon, eggs, croissants, sausages, pancakes and maple syrup, porridge and rich, brown sugar. Fresh-squeezed orange juice and strong coffee. Of course, she'd be dead in a month. Dead.

I remember when I was a kid I used to come home from Sunday School and my mother would get drunk and try to make pancakes

In Oakland, they started a free breakfast program so that poor kids can have a meal before starting their school day. Pancakes

Would you like some more pancakes?" Annie asked. I could tell that Annie was a smart girl. I hate to eat on the job. But I must keep up my strength.

was time to think. I made some pancakes. I gave Sludge a bone. We ate and thought. I knew that my mother had not made Monster Cookies for a week. Today she'd discovered that the recipe was gone. So the recipe might have been missing for a week or less than a week.

Granny, we're not going to make it!" Sabrina shouted, battling the roaring engine to be heard. "I love pancakes, too," the old woman shouted back. I hate this car, Sabrina thought to herself.

He expected pages and pages of bright pictures of pancakes of every variety shown in plain stacks, or built into castles or bridges or igloos, or shaped like airplanes or rowboats or fire engines. And pitchers of syrup to choose from -- partridge berry syrup, thimbleberry syrup, huckleberry syrup, bosenberry syrup, and raspberry syrup. Then there would be cheese plates and cheeses a la carte. Creamy cheeses, crumbly cheeses, and peculiar little cheeses in peculiar little clay pots.

Digging into the pancakes in the interim, Sarah moaned. "These are so good." Abe stared at her mouth. "Stop making those sounds or you won't get to finish the stack.

Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.

He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that