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Cornmeal Buttermilk Pancakes and Buttered Maple Bourbon Syrup


3/4 cup all purpose flour

3/4 yellow cornmeal

2 tablespoons sugar

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 1/4 cups buttermilk

2 large eggs

3 tablespoons butter, melted and cooled

Stir flour, cornmeal, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt together in a large bowl.  Whisk buttermilk, eggs, and melted butter together in a second bowl.  Add buttermilk mixture to dry mix and whisk until well blended.

Preheat oven to 300 degrees.  Lightly coat griddle with oil and heat.  Working in batches, pour 1/4 cup of batter onto griddle for each pancake.  Cook until bottoms are golden, about 1 1/2 minutes.  Turn pancakes and cook until second side is golden.  Repeat with batter.  Add oil as necessary.  Keep warm in oven until served.



1 1/2 cups pure maple syrup

1/4 cup softened butter

1 tablespoon bourbon (1/2 teaspoon of bourbon extract can be substituted)

Bring maple syrup and softened butter to a boil over medium heat.  Stir in bourbon.  Serve warm over pancakes.

My Seasonal Cold

My annual cold hit me hard this week, so Steve stepped up and took care of the children so I could rest in bed for a day.  It gave me a chance to catch up on my McCall’s, tea, and toast without interruption.  I ignored the whining I heard coming from the other side of my half-closed bedroom door when Daddy didn’t do something “the right way.”  There were clanking noises from the kitchen that I didn’t recognize that woke me from a short nap, and I heard Steve shoo the kids outside to play and ride their bikes.

Later in the afternoon, Daisy entered the bedroom clutching a handful of late season flowers that she pulled from the garden of the dentist down the street.  Good plan, but poor execution, since the flowers were late season bulbs that bloomed just once each season.  It’s not like we’re best friends with Doctor Gross, and the kids don’t get their tooth care in his office.  Since he hands out toothbrushes on Halloween, he probably deserved the raid on his garden.  I thanked her for the flowers, and Steve found a glass with water to stand them in on the bedside table.

When I woke up from my nap, Steve was sitting in the side chair with his feet propped up enjoying an early cocktail.  I smiled weakly at his determination to take care of the house in my place.  It wasn’t a comfortable task for him.  The liquor fortified him and he let me know that he had ordered a pizza for dinner from Vesuvius’.  He brought some chicken noodle soup with saltines on a tray for my dinner.  I could hear giggling conversation from the dining room while the kids enjoyed their dinner with Dad.  After their bath, I got kisses and clean hugs when they crawled up onto the bed to say goodnight.

Steve returned to the bedroom to enjoy my company with a piece of pizza and a short glass of bourbon.  He asked about the prospects of my feeling better.  I told him that I would be back on my feet in the morning and make him a big breakfast as a reward for his service.  I’ve got a great recipe for Cornmeal Buttermilk Pancakes with Butter Maple Bourbon Syrup that starts the day off singing!