Fluffy Pancakes
I’m not much of a sweet breakfast girl anymore, but I LOVE a good pancake. I may be entirely biased, but my grandma and dad always made the best pancakes growing up. This is the recipe they used, and they turn out amazing every time. Sometimes, depending on where you are, they may be fluffier than other times, but they never become the thin little pancakes like you find at McDonalds.
Fluffy Pancakes
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 c flour
- 3 T sugar
- 1 t salt
- 1 3/4 t baking powder
- 1 - 1 1/4 c milk
- 2 eggs
- 3 T butter, melted and cooled
- Butter for cooking
Instructions
- Melt butter, and let cool
- Whisk eggs and 1 cup of milk in a 2 cup liquid measuring cup
- Mix all dry ingredients together, then gently mix in the liquid ingredients. BE CAREFUL NOT TO OVER-MIX! Mix just until you don't visibly see dry flour, it will be lumpy
- Spoon 1/4 c of batter and cook at 325 on a griddle or in a pan over medium-low heat with butter. Flip when you see the bubbles around the edge pop (they'll leave little holes). Cook for another ~2 minutes. Transfer to plate and keep cooking until all batter is used up.
- Serve with butter and maple syrup
Notes
Feel free to mix in blueberries or chocolate chips! Add mix-ins just before the batter is mixed enough to prevent over-mixing.
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Fluffy pancakes hold a special place in the hearts of many, and for me, they evoke cherished memories of time spent in the kitchen with my grandma and dad. The aroma of pancakes sizzling on the griddle and the sound of laughter mingling with the soft pop of bubbles rising in the batter created a warm, inviting atmosphere that was hard to beat. Those moments transformed a simple breakfast into a delightful experience, one that I carry with me even now.
The magic of fluffy pancakes lies in their texture. When made just right, they are light and airy, with a slight crispness on the outside and a tender, pillowy interior. This delightful combination makes each bite a joy. Achieving this fluffiness often requires a careful balance of ingredients. The key is to incorporate just the right amount of baking powder, which acts as a leavening agent. This ingredient is crucial; it creates those little air pockets that give pancakes their characteristic height and softness.
In our kitchen, the pancake-making process was almost ritualistic. Grandma would pull out her well-worn mixing bowl, a sign of countless breakfasts shared and memories made. She would start by combining the dry ingredients, the flour, sugar, and baking powder, all mixed together with a gentle hand. The act was calming, a reminder of her patience and care. Dad would then join in, whisking the eggs and milk together, their laughter filling the air as they reminisced about their own childhood pancake experiences.
One of my favorite parts was watching as the batter came together. It was always a little lumpy, and we were reminded not to overmix—something I’ve since learned is essential for keeping the pancakes tender. The anticipation would build as we waited for the griddle to heat, the sizzle of the batter meeting the hot surface signaling that breakfast was on its way.
As we ladled the batter onto the griddle, I could hardly contain my excitement. Watching those pancakes bubble and rise was mesmerizing. The golden edges formed, and soon enough, it was time for the flip. Dad would expertly turn them over, revealing the perfectly cooked side—golden brown and enticing. The smell wafting through the kitchen was heavenly, promising a treat that was both comforting and indulgent.
Once the pancakes were ready, we would gather around the table, each plate stacked high. The toppings were a celebration in themselves. Maple syrup, drizzled generously, created a beautiful sheen, while fresh berries added a pop of color and a burst of tartness. Sometimes, we would even indulge in whipped cream or a sprinkle of powdered sugar for an extra touch of sweetness.
Eating fluffy pancakes became a family ritual. It was a time to pause, share stories, and enjoy one another’s company. The conversation flowed as easily as the syrup, and each bite was a reminder of the love that went into making them. Those mornings became not just about the food, but about connection—bonding over shared laughter and the comfort of familiar flavors.
As I grew older, I realized that the lessons learned in those pancake-making sessions extended far beyond the kitchen. My grandma and dad taught me the importance of patience, the joy of simple pleasures, and the beauty of traditions passed down through generations. Even now, whenever I make pancakes, I am transported back to those warm mornings filled with laughter and love.
Fluffy pancakes are more than just a breakfast item; they are a cherished memory, a symbol of togetherness, and a reminder of the joy found in life’s simplest moments. Each stack holds a story, and with every bite, I continue to celebrate the legacy of those wonderful mornings spent with my grandma and dad.