The BFF is going to be a first-time-momma any day now so she’s been on my mind a lot. I can’t freaking believe it. We go back, way back (back into time…you know what I’m talking about? No? Blackstreet? Ok, carrying on). She moved to Canada in 1991 and from the moment she entered my 5th grade classroom, we were instant friends. This woman knows me better than anyone else. We’ve been through every single thing together, be they huge life-altering events or small, seemingly inconsequential but lovely moments. We’ve seen each other grow up, mature and change, from those skinny, awkward, silly young girls to hormonal and psychotic teenagers. We stressed out together while making supposed earth-shattering choices in post-secondary and now we’ve mellowed out and are comfortable with ourselves as grown ass women (most of the time).
The BFF knows every single guy I’ve ever had a crush on, even all the shame-crushes – y’know, the people we were too embarrassed to admit aloud that we liked. We’ve been there to comfort each other through every traumatic and dramatic break-up, always with copious amounts of ice cream. We’ve celebrated all our milestones together. We gossip about everything and everyone. We are each other’s biggest supporters – you do my girl wrong, I will hate you for life. And she’s proven that she’ll do the same – the BFF holds grudges against my arch-nemeses even longer than I do!
Out of all the people I have ever known and loved in my life, she’s the one I can always turn to without fear of judgment. Hearing her voice feels like coming home. Besides the Husband, she is the person I always want to tell everything to, as soon as it happens, because I know she’ll rejoice with me if it’s good news, mourn with me if it’s bad, and snicker gamely if I want to be a snarky bitch. I hope everyone has a person like that.
This is but a brief love letter to my BFF. I wish she lived closer (her damn husband has taken her far away from me – I kid, I love you buddy) so that I could be there when she pops but for now, I’m bringing her and baby-to-be internet pancakes.
Delicious, lemony, fluffy, crispy pancakes with some old-school flavour:
Lemon Poppy Seed Pancakes (from the fabulous Joy the Baker)
2 tbsp sugar
zest of 1 lemon
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 cups buttermilk
2 large eggs
2 tsp vanilla extract
juice from 1 lemon
4 tbsp unsalted butter, melted
2 tbsp poppy seeds
In a small bowl, combine the sugar and zest. Rub the two together until the sugar is moist and fragrant.
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Stir in the lemon sugar.
In a third bowl, whisk together the buttermilk, eggs, vanilla, lemon juice and melted butter. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry and stir. Add the poppy seeds and stir to evenly distribute. Don’t over-mix your pancake batter – you want all those glorious lumps in there.
Let the batter rest for about 10 minutes while your pan/griddle heats.
I use butter to grease my pan (natch) and I heat it over high heat first to get the pan really hot. I turn the heat down to medium and then pour my batter in. Make ‘em whatever size or shape you want. Cook until the pancakes are golden brown on the bottom and are bubbling up on top. Don’t move your pancakes around or you won’t get that gorgeous crispy exterior. Flip them only once and cook until the pancakes are golden brown on both sides.
I usually eat them hot right off the pan (me, wait? Delayed gratification, I hardly know thee) but if you’re going to be a civilized person and eat them at the table with your loved ones, place the cooked pancakes on an oven-proof wire rack or plate and place in a warm oven until you’re ready to serve.
These are freaking amazing pancakes, incredibly fluffy and moist inside, with that perfect combination of lemon and poppy seeds. Just the thing to eat in a big stack, dripping with maple syrup. Just the thing to make for and enjoy with your bestie, which is what I’m going to do when I go and visit her next.