Rowan decided to make pancakes, if she could remember how. Her second foster mother had practically lived in the kitchen and she always let Rowan help, so she wasn’t too worried about poisoning them or burning down the house . She filled a pan with an inch of water and added sugar and a handful of chopped strawberries, setting it over low heat.
To be fair, Rowan was, perhaps, in more dire straits that I was. She'd just kidnapped a kid, crossed about fifteen state lines with him, and was trying to negotiate a very delicate blackmailing scheme in addition to coming up with breakfast on the fly. Girl had problems, but I knew that if she could put it all on the backburner (ha!) and soldier on, then so could I.
I'm not the biggest fan of strawberries as a fruit but I will admit that they cook up very well, which is likely why my two MC's have such a major berry fetish. I popped those buggers into a pan with an inch of water and a cup of sugar and let it boil down while I got the pancakes made (using up the very last of my flour, damn it).
I need to go grocery shopping.
(Before we move on, I'd like to give a quick shout-out to the purple thing you can kinda see in the upper left-hand corner. That is my silicone oven mitt shaped like a cow's head. It doesn't get any better than that.)
I inspected my syrup and found that I had a nice bubbling pot of strawberry studded water--I cursed Rowan for neglecting to mention every step of her process. Using a stick mixer I obliterated those strawberries from here to Sunday and added a tablespoon of cornstarch to produce a more syrup-like consistency. Then I tasted it...and I knew magic had been made.
Can you find Jesus?
Guys, this shit was DELICIOUS. Like, holy Mary, see the face of God good. I can't even properly take my icons' names in vain it was so good. It was pipin' hot, so I poured it on the pancakes double-quick and there we had it. Rowan's bum-rush pancakes with strawberry syrup come to life.
She brought her makeshift syrup to the table and made plates for both of them, piling butter and fruit on the pancakes and sifting powdered sugar over the whole thing.
I didn't sift powdered sugar over the whole thing, because Rowan has an issue with boundaries, so I skipped the diabetic coma in favor of a more stripped-down version.
Good stuff. Make this one.
I like thinner, more crepe-y pancakes, and this is my recipe for them. If you like yours a bit thicker you can Google "Pancakes (thick)" or something.
1 1/2 cups AP flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder (use Clabber Girl brand...it's more fun to say. Clabber giiiirrrrllll)
1 Tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/4 cups milk
3 Tablespoons melted butter
Blend the dry ingredients first and then mix in the egg and milk. Add the melted butter LAST, because if you don't you will have a big mess on your hands, and I speak from experience. Stir to combine the butter and then spoon about 1/4 cup of batter onto the griddle at a time. Flip when...bubbly? I don't know how to describe making pancakes, just turn 'em when they look done.
Rowan's Kickass Strawberry Syrup!!!
I just kind of threw things together to make this, so I will estimate the measurements to the best of my ability.
1 to 1 1/2 cups of strawberries, fresh or frozen (I used half a bag of frozen, because it's December, and I pureed them later. If you use fresh you can chop them up beforehand.)
1 cup of sugar
About 1 cup of water, just enough to come about halfway up the sides of the strawberries (or, '1-inch' in Rowan-speak)
1 Tablespoon of cornstarch dissolved in about a quarter cup of water.
I put my strawberries, sugar and water in a medium saucepan and let them boil down for about five minutes and then I used a stick blender to puree it together...I completely liquified mine, but feel free to leave a few chunks in there for some fun and sass. After I did the puree, I added the cornstarch and let it boil for another few minutes to thicken up, then I transferred it to a ramekin to cool off. It will get thicker as it cools, but take it from me and just eat it hot...you will not be sorry. Store the leftovers in the fridge.
This was a nice segue to the later portion of the book, when Rowan makes strawberry-rhubarb pie about eight thousand times.
Strawberries = ♥