I’ve been here a week, today. This boggles me in some ways. It seems like much longer than that; I slipped into place here just as neatly as a key in a lock. Life in the US already seems sort of dreamlike. I really was ready to leave.
Last night I made Experimental Pancakes. This is a tradition a-borning, come of a brainstorm I had the last time I was here. I decided I was on a quest for the perfect fusion pancake – Dutch batter and cooking method, Italian (or something else) flavors. Of course, this requires experimentation and a brave partner to eat the results. Happily, I have one.
Last night’s effort was Shoarma Pancakes. We had some leftover shoarma meat from when Ivo was visiting last Sunday so…after some exasperated poking at the available spices and muttering about having to go shopping, I threw into the batter some pepper, paprika, marjoram, and something called ketjap, which is an Indonesian sauce heavily based on shoyu. I don’t know the quantities but if you get the idea of trying this, use lots. Pancake batter is terribly bland.
I cooked some bacon (3 strips per pancake) in a skillet, adding the reheated shoarma in a sort of line across the bacon, then when it was crispy I added enough batter to glue it all together. Flipping these creations without breaking them was a challenge, but eventually we figured it out. They were very good! The batter was redolent with spices and the meat pungent and salty, combining with the browned pancake to make something that was surprisingly good. This one is going into the “make this again” stack.
You’re going to have to imagine the pancakes, because by the time I remembered the camera, this is what was left:
I made you a pancake, but I ated it.