When I was a little girl, I remember waking up to the smell of fresh pancakes on the stovetop. My dad was an expert. Well to be honest, he still is. He makes the biggest and most delicious pancakes in all of history. This is not a biased observation, this is just profound truth.
Every Saturday, he would make over a dozen pancakes. Not those mini, circular, wimpy pancakes that are bite size. No. He would fill the entire skillet with batter and come up with a concoction that was bigger than my face. It was pure magic.
To this day, it is still a mystery to me of how he flipped all those pancakes so perfectly.
The mystery will be remained unsolved because like I said, it was pure magic.
When I close my eyes, I can take myself back to our kitchen table. Little me surrounded by the smell of pancakes, syrup and bliss. It is one of those moments that will forever be ingrained in my memory.
Family. Laughter. Joy. Pancakes.
I am grateful for those moments that my parents created. They were simple, yet everlasting.
Over the last month, I have started having pancake Saturdays with my tiny tribe. It looks a little different than my childhood, but it is still just as sweet. Every Saturday morning, I take the bananas that are about to be “no good” and throw them into a mixture of yumminess.
Since we go through bananas very quickly in Kenya, it is the perfect use of making something almost not good into something pretty scrumptious!
Banana pancakes seems to be “our thing”.
I am not as magical as my dad, who made face size pancakes, but every week my pancakes get more circular, more perfectly brown, and the preparation and clean up seems to be less messy. I am mastering the art of pancake making and I am enjoying the
family, laughter, joy and of course… banana pancakes.