2 cups flour
2 teaspoons sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 cups buttermilk
2 tablespoons butter, melted
2 tablespoons margarine, melted
1. In a mixing bowl combine flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, and baking soda.
2. Beat eggs in a separate bowl. Then add buttermilk and eggs to dry ingredients.
Stir gently with a wooden spoon, scraping the sides. Add melted cooled butter and
margarine. Batter will be lumpy.
3. Grease a griddle or large frying pan with a tablespoon of margarine. Add the
pancake batter with a ladel the size desired, (ex. Silver dollar size or regular size.)
4. Cook until pancakes start to bubble and brown a bit on the bottom. Flip and check
until bottom is browned. Serve immediately with butter and real maple syrup.
Makes about 20 silver dollar pancakes.
5. ENJOY – Dollar Pancakes that taste like a million!
You know the saying, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? Well, I am the first to admit that this declaration really rings true for my sons and grandsons too!
My grandsons, Jared and Tommy, are at the age were they are hungry all the time. Time does fly; Jared’s now a teenager and Tommy’s in elementary school. Gramma is never too tired to cook for her grandsons.
I’m feeling the love unlike any other love when I cook up plates of my buttermilk pancakes or waffles with a side of bacon or sausages for the boys. When I follow this up by tossing some cinnamon rolls in the oven, it really is the icing on this cake! The brotherly competition between them to see who can eat the most pancakes or waffles just melts my heart. Their younger sister, Mackenzie, gets full after eating one pancake or waffle and then exits the kitchen to do better things — like playing.
From experience, having a son and two daughters, I know how the boys eat compared to the girls. My son, Tom, aka TJ, was always hungry, constantly circling the kitchen like a shark after its prey. Having two younger sisters, this worked to his advantage. Sitting next to his younger sister, he would distract her so she’d look away and then he’d casually dip his fork into her plate. Maybe I got a clue that boys eat differently than girls when I awoke at 2 am one morning to find my son eating a large bowl of cereal from a box he’d taken and hidden from his sisters. He claimed to be starving. He wasn’t lying; he was always starving!
Boys can’t help themselves, they are bottomless pits. I think it goes all the way down to their toes, giving them those large sneakers to fill. I think it’s my happy mission in life to fill those empty stomachs. A person like me who loves to cook needs a person who loves to eat. So, thank you boys for being hungry, it warms my heart to cook for you.
Love ya, Somebody’s Mom and Gramma