Yep. Except I kind of misspoke. I used oat flour, not oatmeal.
I used the griddlecakes recipe in an ancient Women's Home Companion Cook Book and substituted oat flour for about 2/3 of the flour:
Mix
1 1/2 C flour
3 1/2 t baking powder
3/4 t salt
3 T sugar (I used about 3 1/2 T)
The recipe says to sift the flour and then sift all of the dry ingredients together, but I just poured them in a bowl and stirred.
Add
1 egg (it said well beaten, but I just beat it while mixing)
1 cup milk (I used 1%)
3 T melted butter (it said shortening)
Mix to moisten dry ingredients, but do not beat. Actually, I beat a little bit, because I didn't mix the wet ingredients before adding them. Cook on a hot griddle. The cookbook suggests adding "sirrup". I love old cookbooks!
I am having a foodgasm over here, too. But I didn't make it myself. I'm having Bengan ka Salan (sauteed eggplant in coconut curry sauce) for the first time AIFG! The eggplant is in big chunks and the sauce is just the right amount of hot tempered with sweet.
today's dinner straight from th e southern side
fried chicken
corn on the cob
baked potato ( I know mashed is the trad but it had butter and sour cream)
and for dessert - the xander favorite - ho-hos
hooray for dinners and convenience stores
Foodgasm? I'll tell you about a foodgasm. The local grocery story has huge packages of fresh sugar snap peas for $2. Daniel brought some home, and after rinsing them, we started eating them raw. Oh, so sweet, as good as if we were standing in the middle of the garden picking them ourselves.
OK, can someone wave at me or something? Nothing at all to do with b.org, but I'm looking for proof that I haven't been somehow rendered internet blinvisible. (Like, I've posted several things in several places that usually get a quick response, even on the weekend, but I'm getting an echoing silence, in one case for a full 48 hours.)
Susan? Is that you? I can hear you, but I'm not sure which direction you're coming from.
It's a weird feeling, it really is. Like that time when I was 15 and couldn't find anybody, anywhere, and was starting to almost kinda sorta think the Rapture had come and I'd been Left Behind. Only, you know, less scary.
Well. Great time for all kinds of nefarious activities, if you have inadvertently tripped on your inviso-shield. Should be proof against security cameras too, right?
And with that, I bid you goodnight.
