I wrote a cookbook. It happened. I haven’t spoken about it much because sometimes I’m shy. But today is the day when I scream it from the rooftops, text you to tell you about it, using lots of emojis and exclamations points, nudge you to maybe, only if you want to, pre-order it from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.
My lil’ ol’ humble cookbook is being published by St. Martin’s Press and the release date is coming soon (eeeek!), May 28th!
This cookbook, like all cookbooks, was a labor of love with the help of my awesome literary agent, Danielle and super smart and fellow food-lover of an editor, BJ. The pretty pictures and styling was done by my friends, Teri Lyn Fisher and Jenny Park. The cookbook is about my favorite breakfast food ever invented: pancakes. There are 72 recipes of breakfast pancakes, dinner pancakes, nerdy pancake information and even some savory and sweet toppings.
Before I show you a bunch of pictures of the cookbook, I feel like we should talk about these Banana Bourbon Pancakes because they’re pretty major. I know I’m not supposed to have favorites in the book but I do. I just do. These are one of them.
The bananas are caramelized in a bit of bourbon, butter, brown sugar and a dash of cinnamon. They’re cooked until golden brown and then added to a bourbon-spiked pancake batter. Holy moly. They’re fluffy and boozy and slightly sweet and oh so very delicious. I love. Just love.
This is the story of me turning a pancake into pretzel…and then putting sweet yogurt on top so it tastes more like a yogurt covered pretzel. Do you love me? I love me…today, or actually yesterday. I made this yesterday. And ate it yesterday.
So, here’s the thing about me and pretzels. I kind of don’t like pretzels all by themselves. And I’m talking specifically about the crunchy ones. The soft ones can be eaten plain, with mustard, without, ice cold, warm, whatever—I just love them. But, the crunchy ones? I dunno man, they’re kind of whatevs to me.
Trader Joe’s (and I know this grocery store might be unavailable to some you and I think that’s sad) is the king of having a ridiculous variety of pretzel-covered options without having any plain pretzels. That place understands me well…
When I was eight years old, I was gifted a child’s magician kit and thought that I had found my life’s calling. Included in the kit were three cups and a disappearing fuzzy ball, two very white gloves, a stuffed animal bunny that folded into the side of a hat, and playing cards that were sneaky.
For the next two months I wore terrible magician-like outfits and forced anyone, and I mean anyone who came over to our house to allow me to show them my act. It was very serious. I’m pretty sure I was inspired by David Copperfield making a huge gigantic plane disappear under a big tarp on 60 Minutes or something. It was pretty impressive.
I’m now very retired from my magic days but I kind of like watching magic shows. One of the most fun things in the world is to have one too many drinks and go watch magic. Literally, like, literally everything will make you go “Oooooo!” and “WHOA!” You will understand nothing.
These pancakes are like magic. They have crazy secrets inside! They appear to look like pretty normal, standard chocolate chip pancakes, but they’re so not. Oh no. (And yes, I basically just compared making a plane disappear to pancakes.)
The thing I’m afraid of more than my usuals: failure, not having kids “on time,” my life not working out in general, is a scary murderer. I go through great lengths to avoid murderers.
I post Instagram photos of places I’m at only after I leave. I know all of you are super lovely BUT what about that one psycho, nut-job that wants to grind me up and put me in a hamburger, huh? That guy is scary. I don’t want him finding me at my favorite neighborhood coffee shop.
I also have a nightly ritual of checking every window (I live on the 2nd floor) and door in my apartment to make no one can get in. And, though, I kind of hate light in my face as I sleep, I’m always sure to have a few lights on throughout my apartment. I figure the scary murderer will think I’m up reading rather than sleeping and he’ll stay away.
You have to get in the head of a murderer, you know?! Some may think (read: my dad) that these kind of precautions are ridiculous, and maybe they are. They’re probably just a sign of my current single status and a result of living alone, which I actually enjoy, but WHATEVER MURDERERS ARE SCARY!
Do you ever lay in bed and crave a warm cinnamon roll topped with gooey icing? Of course you do. That’s a silly question. If you’re experiencing such a craving, and know good and well there’s no time and energy for such an involved baking project, look to a stack of these.
They’re fluffy, light, laden with cinnamon and have the perfect amount of tang thanks to the buttermilk. The entire stack is topped with a few spoonfuls of sweet glaze. These pancakes ‘ll make you forget all about cinnamon rolls, I think
I spent this past weekend making homemade huaraches. I had some a few weeks ago and came home determined to make them by myself.
If you’re not familiar with them, let me lure you in. They’re made with an easy mixture of corn flour (masa), warm water and a dash of salt. After the dough rests you roll it into a cigar-like shape and create a cavity. THEN you spoon a bit of refried beans into the center and roll them out. Throw them on the griddle until brown and then finish them in some hot oil. They’re like this crispy, refried bean fried tortilla. The topping opportunities are endless; everything from carnitas to sauteed vegetables. Hi deliciousness!
Now that I’ve convinced you they’re awesome, I’ll let you know that there’s no huaraches recipe today.(SAD!) But I did have a bunch of corn flour leftover and figure I’d throw some in a batch of pancakes.
Food exists for every occasion. Birthday cakes for birthdays (obvi). Casseroles for cold nights. Chicken soup to rid a cold. Bacon wrapped jalapeños for pot lucks. Cookies for the holidays. Salads for getting cute and healthy…and then…and then there’s heartbreak food.
You know…food for when your heart actually hurts. And you need something to hug you and tell you it’s gonna be okay. And tell you that it’s actually for the best. And that despite life being hard, good things are on their way. Because they are.
So yeah…there’s food for this occasion, too.
Chocolate pudding is pretty popular for this type of situation, as is a pint of ice cream while calling home to mom. Or the first row in a package of oreos. And maybe the second.
But I…I personally recommend pancakes. These specifically.
There’s carbs (requirement!), chocolate (double-requirement!), pumpkin (it’s fall), all while swimming in a pool of warm maple syrup (triple-requirement!).
Two days ago I got the sickness. All that ran through my head was that I had the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, I’M SO SICK, OMG, (!!) I HATE THAT STUPID NYQUIL COMMERCIAL thing going on.
No biggie. I put on my happy sick face (it’s cute, seriously!) and embraced it.
I made a stack of pancakes, threw on some sweats, curled up on the couch and watched Wet Hot American Summer for the thousandth time. Best remedy for a cold ever.
I kinda wanted to make pancakes. And then I wanted to make bread pudding. And then I found a way to make both..in one. These pancakes are what dreams are made of. They taste like bread pudding and Christmas morning all in one bite. Amazing, right?
It all starts with cutting up some good white bread and soaking it in milk, vanilla extract and a little cinnamon. You can add some booze in there too, if you like. I think that’d a great idea. Maybe some bourbon? Maybe some rum? Maybe Grand Marnier? Shut up. Why didn’t I add this?!