ok so maybe i'm a week late in with my pancake post, but... i suppose this is a chain reaction type thing. see, we had pancake/shrove tuesday in the week - i know not everyone celebrates or makes a big fuss over this day, but it really feels like everyone does when you're on social media. what started out as a purge of luxury ingredients before forty days of 'almsgiving', has been turned into another of those hallmark days where consumerism wins once again, and the world is encouraged to eatallthepancakes!
hey, i ain't mad, i love pancakes as much as the next person; from the tender age of... well, really young, i'd mastered and memorised the recipe for edmond's pikelets (kiwi/australian mini-pancake) and was sure that if my mum died, i'd be ok because i could live entirely on them, happily (except rip mum!), until the end of days.
these days though? i don't nearly eat enough pancakes. so, in the week as my instagram and blogger and twitter feeds were inundated with allofthepancakerecipes, there was one in particular called for only two ingredients: one banana and two eggs. now that seemed like a challenge i was not prepared to overlook. bonus points for being toooootally healthy, too.
now, i managed to mess up a betty crocker shake-and-make pancake mixture on tuesday, so i had zero expectations of making this "recipe" actually work. i use "quotation marks" there because, would you call the advice to "blend one banana and two eggs for two minutes, and pour into a pan on medium heat until brown" a recipe? no, me either. still, i had prepared myself for another cock-up, and readied myself for the disappointing realisation that my cooking skills were regressing to pre-teenage when all i could muster was cinnamon toast or boiled eggs... at a stretch.
so colour me surprised when the first attempt - the one usually destined for ritual sacrifice to the pagan gods, was successful. and by successful, i mean legitimately a success. it was not under or over done, it was not stuck and burnt to the pan at any point, it did not bubble or squeal, or look like pig slop on a plate. it was the epitome of the perfect pancake, and the best part: it was actually delicious. in my happy excitement, i managed to recreate that perfection another five times - that's right, two eggs and one pancake made six medium-sized pancakes, that i threw some maple syrup on and devoured in about four minutes flat. worth. every. mouthful.
so naturally, i wanted to share my joy with you... ok, maybe i just wanted to brag a bit.
have you made two-ingredient pancakes yet; tell me your thoughts!