Spiced Pillows of Pumpkin

I’m one of those people who goes through waves.

I don’t surf, don’t be ridiculous. Yukon, remember.

No I mean waves of activities.

Or waves of personality traits.

Or waves of emotion. Yes they’re there.  I am not a running baking biking photographing automaton. Occasionally…  I have my moments.

Now to clarify… alot of my waves do come in the form of tastes.

I have very heavy Green Monster waves.  Trust me, you can put enough of your cupboard in there to make a certifiable full meal. DO not tell me otherwise. Please.

If you recall this post, I went through a definite Breakfast Bake wave.  That one was no joke.  Oh and it’s coming back.  You should really hop on that wave. Ew. Pun.

I have other waves..

Downward doggin it in Atlin

I’ve been known to have Yoga waves.  I think I really.. really need another one of those babies soon.  I feel it coming. (read: my sad sad IT bands and hamstrings feel it coming)

Mountain Biking waves. Those are hardcore.

Waves of wearing nothing but my Birkenstocks.  Yes sometimes with socks. Don’t you dare knock it.  Sometimes I need freedom and warmth simultaneously.

Waves of blogging once a day.  WOAH. Those are awesome waves. I hope those waves agree with you.  I know they don’t agree with workplace productivity.

Waves of texting everything in half-French. Mental note to increase these waves to full French in T – 7 months.

Waves of being a really really good communicator and keeping up with my far away friends. ie: calling Hilary twice in 2 hours.

And then waves of not.  Like neglecting her for the entire week following said conversation in favour of carpet pulling. I’m sorry.

Even waves of cleaning the kitchen when I get home from work early AHEAD of my family.  I’d like to say it’s selflessness, but I thrive on those little moments.  The ones where someone off-handedly says “Huh, the kitchen looks clean.” and I sit there smugly in satisfaction, recognizing my hidden good deed. AH, who am I kidding… I’ll just reply with, ” You’re Welcome.”  (NO. Not “Your Welcome”, that is not english. yes that means it doesn’t fly to say it on facebook)

This past weekend, I had a mild wave of generosity.

Yes, that’s correct, I made pancakes for a friendly stranger who awoke in my house, but didn’t make any for me.  I had oatmeal. And a single bite of the stranger’s pancakes .  For photography purposes.

Which pancakes did I make?  Only the best pumpkin pancakes ever. No I wasn’t paying attention to the current season when deciding to make these.

They defy seasons. Ooooh. Yeeaaah.  They are fluffy and lightly spiced.  They are like pillows of orange happy.  It’s all in the stiff egg whites baby.

Make these for your special stranger.

Pumpkin Pancakes

from Epicurious

• 1 1/4 cups unbleached all purpose flour
• 3 tablespoons  organic sugar
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1 1/4 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
• 3/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 1/3 cups whole milk
• 3/4 cup canned pure pumpkin
• 4 large organic eggs, separated
• 1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, melted
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Whisk Dry ingredients together in a bowl.  In a separate medium bowl mix all of the wet ingredients EXCEPT the egg whites well.  Add the wet to the dry and mix until barely smooth.  In a separate bowl, beat the egg whites until just stiff, and fold the egg whites into the rest of the batter 1/2 at a time.  At this point have your pan/griddle greased and heated to just below medium, many people get frustrated with overcooked outsides and undercooked insides, but I find if I stay just shy of medium I achieve momentus success.

These hardly need syrup.

BUT please use maple.. unless you are the blasphemous member of my family who swears by butter flavoured Aunt Jemima’s, then you can take your pancakes and eat them in your bedroom. alone.

Ok a little harsh, you can eat with us.. just at the other end of the table.