- 1 cup of Dove’s Farm gluten-free self-raising flour
- Half cup of dessicated coconut
- 1 tsp baking powder
- Salt, large pinch
- Half cup of coconut milk
- 5 tbsp of coconut oil or creamed coconut*
- 4 large eggs
- tsp of vanilla essence
- 2 tbsp honey
- Zest of a lemon
*day 2 of making these & I’d run out of coconut oil so used creamed coconut (much cheaper). The results were lighter & fluffier.
In a food processor, mix together the flour, dessicated coconut, baking powder and salt. Then add the coconut oil and honey. Cream together. Add one egg at a time and give a brief blitz after each one, making sure it’s mixed in with the other ingredients. Add the vanilla essence and lemon zest and give a brief blitz again.
Now slowly add a bit of milk at a time and mix. Keep checking that you’ve got the right consistency. I wanted slightly thicker American style pancakes, so I made sure the batter wasn’t too thin. You can always add a spoonful of flour to thicken the batter.
Pour the batter into a jug.
Melt a spoonful of coconut oil in a frying pan over a moderate heat. Pour out an amount of batter about the size of your palm. Do two at a time if your frying pan’s big enough. When bubbles start forming on the surface of the batter, flip the pancake.
Serve with maple syrup or honey drizzled over the pancakes & fruit and with a squeeze of lemon.
Sunday morning. I wake up and try and get my bearings. I’m in the top-bunk. It’s musical beds in this house: you never wake up in the bed you went to sleep in.
There’s scratching out in the hall. It’s the sound of the cat digging up the carpet. He’s worked out that regular meowing doesn’t work, so he’s trying a new tactic that gets our attention every time: attacking the soft furnishings. If is isn’t the carpet, it’s the new sofas. He ain’t stupid.
I’m up and out of bed and meet grandma in the hall. She’s trying to get away from an episode of The Octonauts which is being screened at top volume in her room. Ollie is tucked up in her bed with the iPad.
We go downstairs and Daisy’s watching something unsuitable about a children’s care home, so we retreat to the only empty room, the kitchen, for a pot of tea. We chew the fat about news from York and Spain, until Ollie joins us for a cup of milky tea and the fun stops there.
His whinging for breakfast gets so loud that it’s impossible to hold a conversation over the top of it. Worse than that, when I leap up and say I’ll make some pancakes, Ollie takes it as an invitation to ‘help’ me. This is all very well if I know what I’m doing, but as I’m making it up as I go along, it makes things more than a little stressful, and a bottle of expensive vanilla essence gets spilt in the process.
Somehow we cobble together something which is not only a triumph, but also extremely tasty. So good, that I’ll be making it for breakfast again tomorrow. Well it is the holidays, after all…..