Small wonder: Banana pancakes
6 July 2009 5 Comments
I have been making banana pancakes.
It’s the only thing I know to do right now in this coffee-press climate of clusterfucks, eclipses, internal turmoil, change, transition, transformation, etc., etc. (I refuse to use the ‘h—–’ and the ‘w—–’ words!).
Something about bananas and batter with just a hint of cinnamon lifts the spirit like nothing else. The sight, the smell, the sound of the sizzle on a griddle, and the taste, ah, the taste — not too soft, not too chewy, just the right amount of fluffiness with just a drizzle (not a drenching) of good maple syrup.
I have also been trying to teach myself to bake bread by hand, but maybe I’ll blog about that later. If there is indeed all this transmutation to be experienced, let’s go back to the basics — to what nourishes us in body and in spirit, and to what gives us genuine pleasure (not just gratification). Let’s remind ourselves of how, in spite of everything, there are few things as satisfying as the transformation of a bit of flour and water and egg on the palate into something close to divine.
Can you tell it’s my Venus in Cancer talking?
Image: Banana on pancake. Source: Wikimedia Commons.