There is one dish that accompanies and comforts me all my life - for better or for worse, in sickness and in health... my dear pancakes!
I had them from my grandma when I was little- with cottage cheese, folded in triangles and butter-fried
I begged my mum for them coming back from school on Fridays - with unbelievable homemade plum jam
I even didn'r refuse to eat them filled with meat in the school cantine
with mince meat
I had gorgeous huge ones with whipped cream and fruits during my studies - especially when heartbroken
I had charming crepes suzettes in my lovely Paris
I had smelly 4 Kase Pankuchen (with 4 cheeses) when feeling homesick in Berlin
I had them on my longest holiday ever, in Canada - small and fluffy with blueberries hand-picked by a very caring friend :) and golden maple syrop
I often have them with spinach and garlicky cheese sauce at my favorite "Cafe Sanatorium" in Sopot.
But above all, I love to fry them, flip them, experiment with stuffings, flavors and textures...
with cheese and tomatoe
with strawberry icecream
Recently, I have been encharmed by and almost loyal to whole grain flour version that tastes slightly nutty and crisps more... perfect with yoghurt, mandarines and cashew nuts
These loyalty fails sometimes when I see oat rolls and decide to make a good use of them...
Thicker, richer and more filling... they're winter wonders!
oats version with broccoli
And after such a horrible week like this one, I'm going to go and seek my consolation in the kitchen...