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Pancakes | Ruth Reichl
A cooking site — and you know who you are — recently published a recipe for “everyday pancakes.”
I am here to say that there is nothing “everyday” about pancakes. Their entire purpose in life is to prove that a few simple ingredients can become absolutely extraordinary. They exist to wake you up, make you happy and send you out into the world with hope in your heart. That’s a tall order for a little cake, and it cannot be achieved by stinting. The minute you start worrying that they’re too rich you’ve defeated the whole purpose of pancakes.
Pancake magic is not for the eater alone. Their chemistry is also enchanting: the cook gets to watch a simple mixture of butter, flour, eggs, and milk puff itself up a=and turn into a sassy little cake.
The speed of the transformation always astonishes me. I stand, mesmerized, watching bubbles form, watching edges crisp, savoring the drama of the flip and the generosity of the scent that surrounds me. There may be a better way to start the day; I haven’t found it.
If your pancakes aren’t this much fun, it’s time for a change. My basic pancake recipe is so delicious you could easily forego the syrup. But what I love most is that, unlike other pancakes, they respect syrup and refuse to behave like floppy sponges. Whatever recipe you use, however, it will be better if you remember the pancake rules.
The first rule of pancakes: Don’t use a mix. Let me repeat that: Don’t use a mix. It saves no time, it tastes no good — and it costs more money.
The second rule of pancakes: Don’t even think about using inferior maple syrup. A good pancake deserves the very best.
The third rule of pancakes: Don’t skimp. I know my recipe has a lot of butter, but where pancakes are concerned, more is always more.
Here’s my recipe. I’ve made this so often that I can pull it together in under a minute. After you’ve done it a few times you’ll be able to do that too. This is not diet food, but I promise that these pancakes will make your family very, very happy.
Pancakes
1 stick butter 1 cup milk 2 large eggs 1 tablespoon vegetable oil 1 cup flour 4 teaspoons baking powder 4 teaspoons sugar 1 teaspoon salt
Melt a stick of butter in a heavy skillet. Whisk together a cup of milk, 2 large eggs and a tablespoon of vegetable oil, then add the butter. Put the buttery skillet back on the burner, ready for the pancakes.
Whisk the flour with the baking powder, sugar and salt. Whisk the mixture into the butter mixture, just until it’s combined. Don’t overmix. Allow to sit for a moment, then add enough milk to make it pourable.
Pour some batter into the skillet. The size is up to you; sometimes I make them tiny for children, sometimes I make them ludicrously large. Watch as the bubbles appear in the batter, grow larger, and then pop and vanish. When most have popped, carefully flip the pancake and cook the other side.
Rush the pancakes to the table as each one is finished. You want them hot, sweet, salty and a little bit crisp. You want the memory to linger with your family as they move through their day.
(This is enough batter to feed four generously. It will keep in the refrigerator for a couple of days; you will probably want to thin it out with a bit more milk before using.)
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
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This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen, and I will reblog it every single time because every single time it brings tears to my eyes.
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I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
do you think insight can be gained about an author from the stories they write?
no. authors are like squids and can only be understood through spirited but ultimately futile combat
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This dress is decorated with sequins, bugle beads, cut glass beads, gems and lace. It very obviously takes inspiration from the patterns and symbols of ancient Egypt
This dress can be found in: Gregg Museum
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that said to me its not necessarily GPS so much as like. Vibes. i know where south is because thats where the lake is. i know the lake is there because i can Feel Her.
me @ lake michigan: this is not my beautiful wife! how did i get here?!
in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when it’s hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you it’s wrong simply because it is the law, and they don’t make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.
But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feel… impolite? You can’t fucking shoot a man when he’s sleeping, that’s just fucking rude. It’s just not the right thing to do.
Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldn’t kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didn’t kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.
In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.
Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally “self”. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.
One’s waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bear’s soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for “hibernation” in finnish, one of which is talviuni, “winter sleep”, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.
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In class today my professor proposed the idea of companies giving people financial compensation for collecting and selling their data, and asked me how much I would ask for. And I said, “There’s no amount of money I would accept because I refuse to be complicit in my own exploitation.” And I’m getting good grades but judging by how taken aback she was, I don’t think I’m the sort of person an MBA program is really for.
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Okay, this is fantastic. Do you need to know anything about Jeeves and Wooster? No, you do not. Because the vid tells you everything you need to know. And also turns you feral about it within the space of a single song or single slightly slowed-down clip yes I saw that oh my god.
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