As I sniffle into yet another tissue this morning, I am both nostalgic for the weekend we made these beautiful, warming little winter breakfast pikelets and yearning for next week when I step out of the plane into the welcoming warmth of the Bali sun.
Winter gives me all the feels.
It also makes me eat, which is true of me year-round anyway, but I feel as though I probably pay more attention to it during winter as I’m so not fortitudinally equipped for the cold that I avoid it at all costs. I huddle near the oven shovelling treats down my gullet and googling the weather.
This recipe was born from an experiment, that one time I made a buckwheat pancake and it tasted like I was jostling a horse for position in front of the food trough. Not pleasant, and not something I wanted to take a second bite of.
Extra flour to lighten and some spice and molasses to complement the horsey hay taste and all of a sudden, I’ve got gingerbread pancakes that tasted exceptionally good with an extra drizzle of golden syrup, because I’ll get that wherever I can.
Eat some wintry treats and enjoy gingerbread outside of Christmas. At breakfast! #YOLO