My Eldest has enjoyed being in the kitchen forever. Instead of watching standard kid shows, she prefered to watch cooking shows. It’s a good thing we were limited to the programs we could borrow from the library. Had Food Network been available, she may have permanently hooked herself to the screen.
At 13, she’s actively engaged in cooking and baking, for which I am eternally grateful. It’s very nice to have extra hands to share the burden!
This is a recipe of her own making, worked out after she tried Sweet Potato Pancakes at a restaurant and was thoroughly underwhelmed by them. Her version is substantial without being soggy. They can stand up to a goodly amount of real butter, as well as a dousing in syrup (our favorites are maple, or honey-butter-cinnamon, or her newly-discovered recipe for an orange syrup that tastes exactly like sunshine.)
If you’re feeding more than two people, I suggest using the recipe as it is presented here: doubled.
Sweet Potato Pancakes
2 large eggs
1 cup buttermilk (if none is handy, use a tablespoon of lemon juice to sour regular milk)
1 cup mashed canned sweet potatoes (which works out to be one of the small cans)
4 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt (or less, to taste)
1 teaspoon cinnamon (more or less to taste)
It’s important to leave the pancakes alone on the griddle until the edges are starting to look matte, and lots of bubbles have popped. They’ll be quite rich in color, due to the natural sugars in the sweet potatoes.
They’re really, really good.
(It’s important to understand how truly remarkable that statement is, coming from me. Growing up in a large family, pancakes were a breakfast staple, and I consumed my lifetime quota of them (and of oatmeal, and toast) before the age of 12. Once I left home at 17, it took another decade before I could stand to eat pancakes. It’s been nearly another decade, and I still don’t volunteer for them, but I find myself snarfing at least two any time she makes them. That is impressive.)
I asked her to verify how many pancakes a batch this size can make, and she helpfully replied:
“Well, that depends entirely on how big you like your pancakes, Mother.”
The chambers of my heart overflow with love for my tall, lanky, ever-so-slightly-snarky Eldest.