I won’t lie – it was a terrible New Year’s Eve (with the exception of the party we went to!), and an even worse New Year’s Day, starting before I even got out of bed. Today ended with taco chips for dinner and a house more disastrous than it was before Christmas, with the tree still up, no new stove, and a kitchen that looks like someone picked it up and shook it. I suppose that means things can only improve this year, right? I’m happy to read of all the clean slates and beautiful beginnings, but mine was not. It’s the worst kind of writers’ block, where you can’t think of anything good to say, and so probably shouldn’t say anything at all, but you really want to.
This apple pancake was good. There, that’s something.
A puffed pancake is easier to make than you might think, easier than traditional one-at-a-time pancakes, even. You whisk the batter together, pour it into a hot (from sautéing those apples) pan, slide it into the oven and let it puff up all crusty and crackly, like a ginormous Yorkshire pud.
If you want it to rise even higher, take the sautéed apples out of the pan, set them aside, pour the batter into the pan and bake it on its own. Then dump the apples on top when you serve it, in wedges. If you don’t want to do apples, heat up the pan on the stovetop with a little oil (and butter too, if you like) and bake the batter as-is, then fill the pancake with fresh berries to serve it.
I’m also struggling with the fact that it’s January 1st, which means a) this blog has been here 4 years! and b) I want to launch something new, which I know is either a very good or very bad idea, but would be so much fun, wouldn’t it? Especially if I start tonight and do 365 days of something. There’s so much potential on this here world wide inter-web.
And so regarding this new year, I declare a do-over. I’m back to deadlines this week but W is still home, so I’m hoping to spend some me and him time clearing the clutter, three-dimensional and otherwise, and hopefully get a good and proper start on the year – next Monday morning. Tomorrow just can’t count. I’m not fresh and focused and ready! Where did the week go?