Mom never made a lot of hot cooked breakfasts for us because she was usually at work on the weekends as an RN before we kids got up. But….breakfast for dinner? Now that’s another story! Mom would pull out that griddle or the waffle iron and my life was sooooo good! As a kid I loved these cornmeal griddle cakes. As an adult they are one of my favorite types, if not THE favorite type of pancake in my whole universe. I can’t say anything as trite as “they complete me,” but well…yea….they kinda do… in a pancake sorta way!
You know….I love having, making and sharing the recipes my Mom made for us, but it’s more than that. So much more than that. They evoke so many memories. Right now, I’m in that kitchen on Berry Road, all of 8 years old seeing my mother with her beautiful curly brown hair, wearing a green gingham cloth apron and standing at her massive old white enamel stove with the center griddle and the huge oven making cornmeal pancakes for her brood which included one spouse, 4 children and her aging, infirm parents. Well, I just made myself cry! But truly, at some point in time, memories are all we have left. I hope yours are good ones.
Now dry ’em off Karen and let’s get busy building Clare’s griddle cakes!