I don’t know about you, but I was so ready for the week to be over and for Sunday morning to roll around.
So when it finally did, I decided I needed to celebrate.
You know, as you do.
Mind you, these were not your grandma’s pancakes. (Not that I have anything against your grandma’s pancakes. I’m sure she makes perfectly lovely pancakes.)
These were bacon pancakes.
Yes, I said BACON PANCAKES.
This is totally a thing, you guys.
I had no idea until I came across this recipe for peanut butter bacon pancakes on one of my favorite cooking blogs.And, yes, I have favorite cooking blogs. In fact, I probably read cooking blogs more than I read any other kind of blog.
I love cooking blogs so much I even considered starting my own cooking blog. Until I remembered that I hardly ever cook. But then again I have a travel blog, and I hardly ever travel, so same diff, right?
I just love how the food always looks so pretty and orderly on cooking blogs. The cookies are always stacked just so. The salads are always tossed with a perfect green-stuff-to-non-green-stuff ratio. Even the ingredients are pretty and orderly — measured exactly and lined up in decorative bowls on massive, pristine, marble countertops.
I mean, seriously, you guys, who has countertops like that? Where are the broken sunglasses and empty wine bottles and uncapped ballpoint pens and old grocery store receipts? Because, I mean, that’s what’s going on on my countertops.
Even when I make stuff at my parent’s house where the countertops are much more massive and marbley, there’s always something going on on the countertops. This “something” is usually a judgmental looking chicken.
Reading cooking blogs makes me feel like I could also be the type of person who makes pretty, orderly meals on massive, pristine, marble countertops. And not the type of person who eats Sun Chips and cheese over her laptop for dinner on a regular basis.
Despite my mild addiction to cooking blogs, I’ve yet to actually be inspired to become that type of person – you know, the perfect, orderly meal-making type of person.
Or even the meal-making type of person.I was inspired to make cookies a few weeks ago when I came across this recipe for peanut butter pretzel chocolate chip cookie bites, and I knew that my life couldn’t go on much longer if I didn’t try some.
And by “some” I mean “a dozen.” And by “a dozen” I mean “probably two dozen, really, if we’re being honest.”
They were small.
And they were delicious.
Even though I totally messed up the recipe because I got so excited that I was making cookies and, therefore, would soon be eating cookies, that I accidentally added, like, an entire extra cup of flour. Which meant I then had to add an extra egg and some peanut butter to kind of even everything out.
But they were still delicious.
Even my family agreed they were delicious and my family is not the type to lie when it comes to cookies.
They are also not the type to lie to make me feel good. I mean, when I was ten years old my mom told me she wouldn’t pay for me to take dance lessons because she said it would be a waste of her money because I wasn’t exactly the “graceful type.”
So, yeah, if they didn’t like my cookies, they’d tell me.My venture into peanut butter bacon pancake making was the first time I was actually inspired by a blog to make a meal.
That is, if we can call peanut butter bacon pancakes a meal.
Because, honestly, I don’t think the word “meal” quite describes these pancakes.
More like “heaven in my mouth, thankyouverymuch.”
These pancakes were pretty amazingly delicious, even if I totally messed up the recipe. Again.
In my defense, this time most of the mess-ups were on purpose.
First of all, I added chocolate chips.
Because, you guys, chocolate chips make everything better.
And I bet you didn’t even think that was possible, huh?
Secondly, instead of using five slices of bacon like the recipe recommended, I opted for six.
This may sound like a lot of bacon, but, here’s the thing, guys, I’ve had bacon go bad on me twice in the past few months.
I didn’t even know bacon could go bad. I thought it was just some kind of super magical meat-food that was protected by a shield of deliciousness that made it incapable of spoiling.
After the second time the bacon went bad, I decided I needed to start reexamining my priorities. I mean, what kind of life am I living where I’m allowing bacon to spoil in my fridge before I can eat it?
Obviously I need to up my bacon intake. And fast.
And, finally, I used buttermilk pancake mix rather than making buttermilk pancakes from scratch. This was because I didn’t have any buttermilk. Or flour. Or baking soda. Or baking powder. Or eggs. Or really anything besides water.
Luckily, with the mix, that’s all I needed!And, while I can’t say I followed all the instructions from the cooking blog recipe, I did make a point of clearing off my countertops and posing all my ingredients all arty like the cooking bloggers do.
Well, maybe, not just like they do.
I didn’t measure all the ingredients and put them in decorative bowls. But I don’t really believe in measuring stuff. Or dirtying any more bowls than absolutely necessary. Because I’m not some hotshot cooking blogger with an assistant or a magical machine to wash all my dishes, guys. It’s just me. And if there’s one thing I like to do even less than cook, it’s wash dishes.
I also made a point of photographing all the steps just like the cooking bloggers do.
Even the steps where it looked like I was whipping up a big bowl of barf.
Luckily, things got a bit more appetizing-looking once I added the pancake mix.
And then the chocolate chips.
And then the bacon.
Okay, so I actually forgot to take a photo of me adding the bacon. I think I was just so excited that I was adding bacon. But I did get this photo of me chopping bacon on my snazzy new red chopping board.
And, of course, there was the obligatory, frying-of-the-pancakes photo.
Complete with obligatory purple bathrobe and pink pig slippers.
As you do.
And then when they were all cooked up and lovely, I attempted to do the cooking blogger thing where they take a photo of maple syrup being poured on to the pancakes as if by invisible elf hands because all you can see is this magical dribble of maple syrup descending slowly on to the pancakes like a waterfall of wonderful.
But, my hand and the maple syrup bottle kept on getting in the way.
I must just have really large hands.
Or a really large bottle of maple syrup.
After three attempts I gave up. After all, I was hungry and not willing to defy maple syrup physics any longer.When all my photo shooting was finished, I finally got to eat my pancakes.
And, as I said before, they were pretty darn delicious.
I mean, I don’t want to brag or anything, but I’m not the type to lie about pancakes.
I’m also not the type to lie to make myself look good. Because, seriously, if I did that, this blog wouldn’t even happen most of the time.
I will say that I couldn’t taste the bacon as much as I would have liked.
This could be because I used too many chocolate chips, but saying something like “There are too many chocolate chips in these pancakes” kind of goes against my worldview.
So, instead, I’m going to say that they could have used more bacon.
Which, when you think about it, is probably what a lot of us could have used last week.
A lot less horribleness and fear and disasters and awful.
And a lot more bacon.Do you read cooking blogs? Why do you like to read them? What are your favorite ones to read? And, seriously, do you know how they do that thing with the maple syrup? Is it invisible elf hands? Because I bet it’s elf hands.