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Yes! Because it’s officially summertime (yes, I know it’s still 8 degrees some places – sorry about that) and there will need to be picnics, and why not pack up some kimchi pancakes and a wee jar of dipping sauce to nibble in the grass? The thing about picnicking, besides being awesome, is that really most food is portable, and you don’t need to stick to baguettes and cheese and cold pheasant, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I had a big jar of kimchi in my fridge that wasn’t going to eat itself, and since there are not a ton of opportunities to use kimchi from day to day (I know there are, it’s just not one of my default condiments), I decided to use a bunch of it in a batch of pancakes. Which, by the way, are different and delicious, even if you don’t love kimchi.

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Despite my gloomy weekend forecast, it turned out to be a pretty fantastic Saturday, all sunny and blue-skied, and filled with very regular Saturday things – an early morning toy sale, a kids’ soccer tournament, backyard gardening, a birthday party, a slumber party… and now the morning after the slumber party, when pancakes are clearly in order. I personally use sleepovers (and Sundays-I’m not picky) as an excuse to make things like these smashed blackberry pancakes, which I’ve had in mind since becoming hopelessly hooked on Portlandia (totally old news, I realize, but recently available on Netflix in Canada so new to us) – one episode of which is dedicated to the pursuit of a stack of Marionberry pancakes. (Marionberries are just a variety of blackberry native to Oregon.) And so this week when I couldn’t sleep due to too much coffee or too much worry or just those nitpicky voices that sneak up and attack you when your defenses are down, I focused myContinue reading

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I decided this morning that it was spring enough for lemon ricotta pancakes. Unfortunately this meant it was also spring enough to pull on our rubber boots and head out to the mud pit that is our back yard armed with garbage bags and poop scoops and attempt to make it a little less like a slushy poo Slip-n-Slide. The top layers of the glacier behind our house have melted, leaving a thick, icy, dirty underbelly, complete with pieces of Lou’s blankies, socks, kitchen utensils that have been missing since Thanksgiving, and Star Wars action figures half-embedded in ice. (Mike needed to boil the kettle and pour it over Han Solo in order to retrieve him. It was almost like carbonite.) It’s a good thing we were so fortified by breakfast. Remember when I told you how enamoured I was with recipes as a kid? That I had my own recipe box, and took notes, and tore recipes out of magazines? At the time, lemon-ricottaContinue reading

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