It’s that time of the year. A time when dark clouds gather and the temperatures plummet and fewer life-forms in sight. I needed to perk my spirits and start my day just right. It didn’t take me long to grasp a little control.
First, I did a few much-needed pivotal moves to garner some happy hormones within.
Then, it was time to seek out something comforting to warm my spirits and my stomach. I reached for a couple wilted/speckled ripe bananas. Pancakes came to mind. So, I used my fork to smash those potassium-filled foods and transformed them into a batter.
All a needed were a beaten egg, a splash of vanilla, a generous sprinkle of cinnamon and powdered ginger, a pinch of salt, a pat of melted butter, a drizzle of oil, and a sprinkle of whole-wheat flour. And I could help myself; it was breakfast, so I added a little old-fashioned oats for added fiber.
With a splash of milk I combined all ingredients in a bowl in a lumpy and imperfect batter. Lumpy is good because I didn’t wish to over-mix my batter.
In a hot and sturdy skillet, I made my cakes. I served them with fresh strawberries I had on hand. I devoured my pancakes and watched the sun peaked out just in time. I was on cloud-nine.