I fell in love over pancakes. Well kind of. I fell in love with a boy who was making pancakes. Hundreds of them actually. He was the kitchen ‘griddle jockey’ and started each morning at 5am making pancakes (and French toast, eggs, and bacon) for hungry teenagers. I was 21, working in a summer camp kitchen for a month, completely and totally overwhelmed with the responsibility of managing 20 plus high school kids on my own when over the top of the commercial griddle popped a shaggy haired, hazel eyed boy with a crooked smile.
He made me smile. And laugh. And was the exact distraction I needed from the chaos that swirled around me. I will always remember that month as some of the hardest days of my life. I was in the middle of nowhere doing a job I was absolutely not cut out for, responsible for a group of teenagers that had emotional needs far beyond anything I was able to help with. In the midst of that my parents were moving from my childhood home to a new state and because there was exactly zero cell reception where we were I couldn’t get ahold of them. I was in over my head and a little lonely and afraid.
But this boy, he cracked me up. He convinced me we should steal a golf cart some of the staff used to get around the property (which we never did), he cracked jokes and that shaggy hair was always flopping in his eyes in just the cutest way. He wore ironic t-shirts before it was a thing and I noticed right away that he outworked everyone around him day in and day out.
We found out we had grown up in the same town, just never met each other. We had even been at the same dance once in high school. We had a couple mutual friends but as the month came to an end and it was time for everyone to go back to their regular lives it didn’t seem we would ever see each other again.
Months went by and we lost touch until one day after much convincing by a friend, I sent him an email. An email turned into a phone call, which turned into a date. That date turned into the love of my life. And those hazel eyes staring at me from across the room still gets me every time, even after almost 11 years of marriage.
I can’t make pancakes without thinking about those hazy hot days working side by side in the camp kitchen. And if I’m making pancakes, they have to be Joy of Cooking Buttermilk Pancakes.
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
3 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups buttermilk
3 tablespoons butter, melted
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
In a bowl, whisk the dry ingredients together. In another bowl, stir together the wet ingredients. Pour the liquid into the dry ingredients, stirring well. Using a hot griddle, ladle the pancakes onto griddle and cook for 2 minutes. Flip when the dough begins to bubble and cook for an additional minute. Remove from heat and serve immediately.