Breakfast is probably my favorite meal of the day. Well, next to lunch of course… Then again, dinner rocks pretty hard too… Then there’s snack time… Oh never mind!
When Mom was still with me one of our favorite rituals was Sunday breakfast. I’d make a big meal with (usually) some type of pancake or waffle, bacon, coffee, juice or whatever took our fancy. I’ve made some amazing meals and a few (okay, maybe more than a few…) disasters.
Note: If you have an inclination toward making black walnut waffles…make sure your walnuts are chopped to the nth degree. Mine got stuck in the crevasses and needless say…many innocent waffles were ravaged that day!
But when it comes to pancakes, I am the Pancake Goddess Extraordinaire! Mine are so good they’ll make you sit up and slap your mama! Below is my quick and easy recipe for Applesauce pancakes using Bisquick. Some mornings I’d be running late and using a boxed baking mix is a great time saver.
2 cups Bisquick Baking Mix (or Jiffy)
1 cup applesauce
1/2 cup cold milk
2-3 teaspoons cinnamon
Mix together until it reaches the consistency you like. A thicker mix will yield heavier pancakes while a thinner mix will make them thin and crispy. Heat your frying pan or griddle with a dab of butter or cooking spray. Pour in your mix and let cook until bubbles appear on the top. Flip it over and let it cook for another minute or two. Serve piping hot!
Serving Size: Four 7-8″ pancakes
Note: I use sweetened, home made cinnamon applesauce but then again I am an over-achiever. Since I use Red Hot candies in my applesauce my pancakes come out pink – what’s not to like about that?
I want to thank everyone for the emails, cards and messages regarding the death of my mother. I’ve been taking care of Mom since 1997 when she was diagnosed with cancer. She survived that bout though the past fourteen years turned into a constant stream of illnesses for her. If it was a virus going around, Mom was destined to catch it.
She passed on April 2nd though I prefer to think she went on the 1st. Mom did love a good joke and April Fool’s Day would be a fitting date. I’d taken her to the emergency room ten days before and she received a pacemaker. She was doing well so I brought her home on the twenty-ninth. We were supposed to have home health aides and a nurse but the agency (koff) screwed that up.
THAT’S a story for another time.
Mom was wanting a bath and since I couldn’t get her up the steps we opted for the kitchen sink. I’d bought this little shelf thing that she was supposed to hold against the back of her neck so I could wash her hair and the water would run into the sink. One thing I didn’t take into account was that she didn’t have a neck! So I was studiously washing and rinsing her hair only to notice her belly was jiggling because she was laughing. I asked her what was wrong and she gave me a Mona-Lisa smile and said ‘nothing’.
Only later did I realize her neck was too short to keep the tray in place and all the water was running down her back. We laughed and she said, ‘That’s my kid.’
Yes, Mom, I am definitely your daughter.
I consider myself a patient person but really – this situation is so beyond the pale to be tolerated any longer.
Almost two weeks ago my tire came off my car while I was driving. Just before that I’d had extensive work done including brakes, tires etc from Firestone. So here we are, twelve days later and what’s the status?
My car has yet to be touched.
It’s sitting at the dealership waiting for an okay from Firestone on the estimate for repairs. So, not only is their workmanship shoddy and dangerous, their claims department is as well. It’s not enough that they endangered my life and the lives of others that Monday night – now they are dragging their feet on the repairs for my car.
I don’t know about anyone else but I’m sick and tired of corporations screwing over the little guy.
Mom and I are both seriously inconvenienced by the fact that I don’t have my car nor is there any movement to get it fixed. For those of you who frequent my blog you’ll know that Mom is seriously ill and we spend many hours going from doctor to doctor. She can hardly get in and out of her car which is what I’ve been driving for the past two weeks. Her walker doesn’t fit in the trunk very well and in bad weather it’s like trying to drive a skateboard through a car wash.
Can you tell I’m feeling just pissy about the whole thing? I’ve put up with their sloppy, apathetic responses to this situation and now it’s time to escalate. So if anyone has Larry Magee’s (the CEO of Firestone) direct email or phone number, please let me know because I have a few things to say to him.