Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Buckwheat pancakes



Urgh I've got SO MUCH cooking to do. So MUCH. And I don't know why, but I don't want to do any of it. Even starting it feels like the biggest load of homework ever, or a tax return.

It's all my fault, too. I offered to do it all and now I don't want to do any of it. The most pressing and urgent thing is a beetroot soup I said I'd test for my friend James who is writing a cookery book and I've just completely failed to do it. Every time I go to the shops I forget to buy some key ingredients and then get home and think Oh God Oh God I haven't got the stuff. But I AM going to do it as I'm now ashamed of myself.

An equally pressing thing is a pork pie I've got to make as a thank you. Now's probably a good a time as any to tell you that those four days when I went missing just now I was in Miami. On holiday.


Coral was very  much the toenail varnish colour du jour out there

 I didn't say anything because I never want to know about anyone else's holiday, particularly not in winter.

I try to be nice when they want to tell me about their six weeks in Thailand. I say "Oh how lovely, how lovely - your own pool, really? Free, you say? Best food ever? And Bradley Cooper chatted you up at the bar, wow. That is one. Cool. Holiday!"

But in my head I am thinking FUCK YOU FUCK OFF WITH YOUR FUCKING HOLIDAY YOU A-HOLE.

But now there's a picture of me in Grazia at a party in Miami for this hotel so it seems weird to not mention it. It's like I've been presented with a picture of me being unfaithful and I'm just trying to ignore it. I look fat and sweaty anyway, and had to go to bed about half an hour after it was taken because I'm the biggest most pathetic person ever when it comes to jet lag.

We were there because my husband knows Nick Jones, who owns Soho House and Babington House and all those other houses and now Soho Beach House and we went to have a poke around and complain about the plumbing. But then you get home and you're, like: "What the hell do we get him to say thanks? His own personalised unicorn? A lapdance from Beyonce? This man owns EVERYTHING: he doesn't want dinner, he doesn't want champagne, he doesn't want a lapdance from someone else's wife. I mean... probably not."

So I thought I'd make him a pork pie. But I can't seem to get started. And now I've just found out that I put the lard I bought specially for it in the freezer (WHY?!?!?). So that's delayed that for another few hours. And God only knows where Nick is anyway, he could be half-way to China by now.

I've also got to make a giant chilli - but that's another story.

But I did get off my fat pregnant wheezy arse and make some buckwheat pancakes this morning, out of the really excellent new Leon Cookbook 2 (more of which, inevitably, later). They are wheat-free, for anyone doing a wheat-free thing and although they are not as bouncy and sinful as proper American diner pancakes they are pretty nice with butter, banana and a splosh of maple syrup of a morning. They are dense and nutty and a good alternative if you don't want to have a finely-milled white flour event in your kitchen.

So here we go - buckwheat pancakes.
for 4

125g buckwheat flour
pinch baking powder
pinch salt
3 eggs
1 large teaspoon runny honey
milk

1 Sieve the flour into a bowl and add the baking powder, salt and honey. Separate the eggs and put the yolks in with the flour. Make sure the egg whites go into a large bowl because you're going to beat them - (or straight into a processor).

2 Mix the yolks into the flour and then add milk until you get a smooth batter - not too thick. Then beat the egg whites until they're stiff and fold them in. You can always add a bit of milk after the egg whites if that thickens the whole thing up too much.

3 Cook as normal. You can make the mixture the night before if you like.

6 comments:

  1. Thanks - exactly the recipe I'm going to need for a pre-Christmas thing I'm doing and was fretting about last night. (I like to get my worrying started early, because otherwise you can fall behind...)

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  2. I'm glad I'm not the only one who overcommits, even though I tell myself every time I'll never do it again. Elton was wrong, 'Sorry' isn't the hardest word – I find it very easy to say and have to do so rather too often. The hardest word is 'No'.

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  3. Hello! I was wondering where you've been! Am very jealous of Miami. I love pancakes, and of all the Nigella recipes that didn't work, her instant pancake mix does, and I just made 4 frying-pan sized ones last night (and ate them all with half a bottle of maple syrup). It was so cold last night, and so perfect for pancakes. I will definitely try these, and I'm going to buy my first copy of Grazia today to check out your bump :)

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  4. 15 years ago my dumbass stupid husband turned down the offer of free life-long membership to Soho House... we were running clubs at the time and Nick was a 'mate' but the husband could pretty much get in anywhere and we all thought it would be a passing fad... stupid dumbass husband... and that's why my husband doesn't take me to the Miami Soho Beach House... i've never made a pork pie before so I wait with keen interest on how yours turns out x

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  5. Would it be wrong and will you get even more pregnant grumpy if I were to beg you to get your beetroot soup recipe done and posted soon? Selfish of me, I know. Sorry but I really need to use up some beetroots. Could put them in a cake but I want soup - it's cold up here in Scotland! Trying the pancakes today. Cheers again for the recipe.

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  6. Dom that is a real passed-on-the-Beatles moment...

    I've made a pork pie before - it's under "A pork Pie for Giles" posting back in November. They turn out pretty well.

    E x

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