Buckwheat Blackberry Pancakes
Buckwheat Pancakes with Wild Blackberries
I found a buckwheat flour that’s grown in Eau Claire, WI that I absolutely love. It’s from Bee Healthy Foods and I found it at The Coffee Grounds. I used their recipe for pancakes but added wild blackberries that I had frozen last summer as my own touch. Use a bit more milk if you like thinner pancakes.
1 cup Buckwheat Flour
1 tsp. baking powder
2 Tbsp. sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1 egg beaten
1 cup milk
2 tbsp. melted butter
3/4 cup frozen blackberries
Preheat griddle to 375. Grease lightly with oil. Mix dry ingredients together; add egg, milk, and butter, beat well after each addition. Fold in blackberries. Pour 1/4 cup batter for each pancake onto the griddle. Cook 1-2 minutes, turning when edges look cooked and bubbles begin to break on surface. Continue to cook 1 minute more or until golden brown.
On Sundays my grandmother would always make a big lunch. Sometimes a roast but mostly fried chicken. My brothers and I would stay over on Sunday nights and the next morning my uncle would cram me, my two older brothers, our grandfather, a pomeranian and a rat terrier in his little red and white Ford Ranger, and we’d set off for morning chores.
The most memorable part of Monday mornings was not the journey home, but the breakfast grandma would make us before we left. You see, she used her cast iron skillet for everything, but mostly for frying chicken and cooking pancakes and she never cleaned the pan in between, just wiped it out every now and again with a paper towel and it was good to go. As a result Monday morning pancakes where speckled with Sunday afternoon fried chicken bits, but we smiled and ate ever last piece anyway because those where the days that kids ate what was set out on the table regardless of having fried bits of chicken or not.
I was thinking of those pancakes this morning. It was a particularly cold March day and one of the heifers was having a difficult calving. I was underdressed and overtired, but there was no going back to bed. I pulled some twine off a bale of hay, made a loop and pulled the calf. The cow was up right away licking off her calf. I made my way back inside and knew the only thing that could warm me up and fill me up were buckwheat pancakes made in a cast iron skillet, chicken bits not included.