#jentz

[kerrycookbook]

Story

I have the best memories from my Grandma Rose’s house when I was a little girl. My favorite thing was her cooking! She made the best Swedish Pancakes. She would make the thinnest Swedish Pancakes, and she covered them in butter, and when the butter melted, she sprinkled LOTS of powdered sugar over them and rolled them up. Although the family has her recipe, somehow, I’m not sure that I have ever had better Swedish pancakes than when she made them herself!

Ingredients

4 eggs beaten

Salt to taste

4 tablespoons of sugar

1/4 cup of flour

1 cup of milk

1/2 cup of melted butter

Method

Mix ingredients in the order as given above. The batter will be thin. Spoon some onto a hot, lightly greased circular pan. Tip the pan around until the batter is spread out. When the batter is set, flip the pancake over, and cook for just a few seconds more. Turn the pancake onto a plate.

Spread salted butter over the hot pancake, and then sprinkle powdered sugar over, enough to soak up the butter. Roll the pancake, sprinkle a bit more powdered sugar and serve. You can serve with raspberries, strawberries or blueberries, or my favorite, without!

[killjoyfeminist]

"These were my dance shoes. I’m not really sure why I saved them. Maybe they were a quiet reminder that dreams require attention, that if you really want something, with all your heart, you have to nurture it, develop it, work at it. Otherwise the dream simply becomes a nice concept that just sits there. It can do nothing on its own. Eventually it rots. I think that’s why I kept them. Not as a memento of a happy pastime I once engaged in or because I thought later, when I’m like fifty, I’ll take it back up. I kept them to remind myself not to be so neglectful of my dreams, not to sit around and let them rot, be too busy to nurture them, or worse, believe that I really didn’t possess the talent to fulfill the dream in the first place."

Katy Zirbel (the mother of one of my fellow classmates throughout my life.  She died a year ago today, and we remember her with this exquisite quote written by her son, Jentz)