We were preparing for our first camping trip of the year a couple weeks back and it occurred to me: Muffins! I could make muffins! I don’t have to make pancakes in the morning. I always burn them anyway – how much can they really like them? I mean, I could make CHOCOLATE muffins. We LOVE chocolate! I can even put chocolate CHIPS in them. They’ll be so happy. And I’ll be happy not having to clean up that big mess.
They were not happy. I forgot the cardinal rule: do not mess with tradition. But I remembered it once I saw their faces fall, the disbelief as they looked at each other. I mean, they seemed to think, divorce is one thing. But this no pancake crap is just too much.
And they’re right. We live our lives in a state of Plan B. I’m forever ambitious and re-focusing what we’re going to do, dragging them off to this and that social event, a new activity to try, friends of mine with kids they don’t necessarily love. They have ample opportunity to adapt, to make peace with a reality they didn’t choose, to punt and duct tape to get through their days.
So as we prepare for our second camping trip of the year, I dug this post up. And I made the pancake mix. And off we go.
Originally posted June 2009
I always burn the pancakes. As I was making the dry mix to bring along with us, I was trying to talk myself out of freshly made pancake breakfasts on the cookstove for our first camping trip of the year. I always make pancakes when we’re camping. I always burn them, distracted or inattentive for one minute and there they go.
I was grabbing ingredients for the mix and calculating times to see if I could possibly cook the pancakes ahead to just reheat on site, I kept thinking how I always burn them. Mommy always burns the pancakes. We go camping and we can count on a few things – hikes, and beach time, and s’mores, and our funny orange sleeping bags. We try to stay in our favorite sites and leantos and we love to travel with our favorite friends, and in the morning Mommy burns the pancakes.
So I made the mix and brought the add-ins (fresh blueberries, blueberry jam for putting on top). We hiked and the boys were big enough to set free to explore the brook behind our campsite and we all got covered in mud and found cool pieces of mica and couldn’t get our fire going to save our lives. And in the mornings I burnt the pancakes and all was right in our camping world.
Well, you know, sort of.
- 2 c. unbleached white flour
- 2 c. whole wheat flour
- 1/2 c. buckwheat flour
- 1/4 c. + 2 T. baking powder
- 1 t. salt
- 1 t. cream of tartar
- 1 T. sugar
- 1/2 c. instant nonfat dry milk
- 3/4 c. powdered buttermilk
- equivalent of 2 powdered eggs (or 3 egg whites)
Rehydrate with about 1 1/2 c. water and 2 T. oil. Cook until burnt.