Scrambled Pancakes and A Spoonful of Honey

Grandma Rocke was an amazing cook, but in my world, she is famous for two things–pigs-in-a-blanket and scrambled pancakes. Imagine the best buttermilk pancake you’ve ever tasted, and then…it gets better, because it’s scrambled into bite size pieces and absorbs the syrup more evenly. Sigh. I can’t explain it, you just have to make them. Here’s the recipe, and just put about 3/4 cup of the mixture into a hot skillet and scramble like eggs. πŸ™‚

Pancake Flour:

8 C whole wheat flour
1/2 C Sugar
2 1/2 T Baking Powder
4 t soda
4 t salt

For Pancakes:

1 C Mix
2 T Oil
1 Egg
1 C Buttermilk

I use to invite friends (or boyfriends) to breakfast, just to brag on her scrambled pancakes. There are few things in life that can’t be fixed with a hot batch of sweet goodness first thing in the morning. If that doesn’t fix it, I recommend a pig-in-the-blanket for lunch. She made a homemade honey wheat bread to surround the hot dog; it’s so simple, and yet divine. (And it couldn’t be just wheat–grandpa was a bee keeper and believed that all of life’s ailments could be cured with a spoonful of honey. In this case, the honey made the bread magical.) She always had a stash in the freezer, which was our first stop even before the candy dish. Here’s the recipe–dive in and enjoy.

Honey Wheat Bread

3 C White flour
2 Yeast packets
1 C Water
1 C Cottage Cheese
4 T butter
1/2 C Honey (This one’s for you, gramps.)
2 Eggs
2 1/2 C Wheat Flour
1/2 C Oatmeal

Stir together white flour and yeast. Heat to very warm: water cottage cheese, butter and honey. Add remaining ingredients. Knead until smooth and elastic and rise until double. Cut sections and wrap around hot dogs and allow to rise another hour on a cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for about 30 minutes or until golden brown.

Grandpa makes honey in heaven now, and Grandma keeps the Eureka nursing home busy with her late night requests for hot chocolate before bed. She’s 97 now and I love to call and chat with her, as her mind is better than mine and her memory is impeccable. I still call her to double check a recipe or tell her about my latest batch of jam. I think I’ll make scrambled pancakes this weekend, and call her as my breakfast company.

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