Tuesday, March 20, 2012
end of the rainbow.
So. Unintentional sabbaticals. Those are things that sometimes happen.
Do you want to hear the excuses? They exist. They include a robber with zero St. Patrick's Day spirit who forced his way through a window while I was at the parade and bounced with a number of my electronics. And those of a person I love. AND a bag of chips. Literally stole a bag of chips. And my computer. This dude sucks.
Is it sexist that I automatically made him a man? Apologies. I think its because in my mind, a lady robber would have taken some jewelry instead and LEFT THE FRICKIN CHIPS.
This was how I started the St. Patrick's Day that ended with a 911 call. Guinness Pancakes.
I am vehemently against pancake mix, having been birthed my a woman who's mantra is Homemade or Bust. Bisquick is generally the anti-Christ. But sometimes its St. Patrick's Day Morn and you are in a boy apartment and boxed breakfast is what you have to deal with. So you forge ahead, with the below as your guide:
Guinness Cocoa Pancakes
adapted from The Hot Plate
1 3/4 cups Bisquick pancake mix
1/3 cup cocoa powder
2 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup Guinness
Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl. In a separate bowl, whisk together the milk and egg. Add to the dry mixture, along with Guinness, and mix with a fork until the large lumps have been incorporated.
Cook batter in 1/4 cup cakes on a greased skillet over medium-high heat. Flip pancakes when bubbles have formed and burst on one side.
These babies are good. A little crepe-like in their relative thinness (could have been fixed with buttermilk instead of milk, but again, boy apartment), but the cocoa powder, cinnamon and Guinness come together in a really great way. I stuck with maple syrup as a topper, but I'm sure you could find some other festive alternatives (I'm looking at you, Bailey's).
Also this is cool, right?