Isn’t interesting that some of our strongest and most fond memories are tied to food? Try as we might, we as human beings, can’t not eat. From birth forward we are fed by our loved ones and memories of those moments in time stay with us and are passed from generation to generation.
Amanda, My Dutch Pancake Professor. She is the lovely mother of 4, the daughter of an American mother and a fully Dutch father. They met on a plane. Her mother was the stewardess. They quickly fell in love and married. Her mother adopted the Dutch culture as quickly as she fell in love. When I asked Amanda what dish reminded her most of either her father or her mother she quickly replied “Dutch Pancakes.”
Dutch Pancakes also called Pannenkoeken (Do not ask me how to pronounce that), are a happy mix between the French Crepe and the American Pancake. Not as eggy as the crepe and definitely not as fluffy as the pancakes of America. Though recipes exist Amanda’s father never operated with one. He simply eyeballed the ingredients, their amounts changing from time to time, and when asked would just give the ingredients and never the exact measurements. Amanda has given me what we used that day and I’ll attach a link to another recipe in case you pancake makers out there don’t feel comfortable with eyeballing or inexactitude.
- Eggs first. 3 of them. Whisk them, we don’t want meringue but we do want thoroughly beaten.
- Add 2 C. milk. Stir well.
- Add 2 C. Flour. This you will want to add slowly (who wants to clean up flour that’s been flung around by vigorous mixing?)
That’s it. Seriously. But it is an art. As we were making them Amanda was shaking her head and commenting,
“Oh no, I’ve already messed them up. This isn’t right. Sorry Dad. He would not approve.”
The not-quite-right mix: For some reason there are lumps…which would have offended Amanda’s dad. The pancakes still tasted superb, so don’t worry if your batter isn’t perfect.
- Turn the burner for your medium-sized skillet to medium heat.
- Get out the butter, you’re going to need a stick of it. Yes, a whole stick. If you’re wondering a stick is equivalent to 1/2 C. of butter.
- Swipe about a 1/4 of a tsp. of butter into the pan and swirl around. You will need to do this every time.
After the butter is thoroughly melted (be careful not to burn your butter by having the heat too high, Amanda’s dad would be severely disappointed, potentially even offended) add the batter:
Think crepes right now. Swirl the batter to cover the bottom of the pan. If you have done it right there will be a characteristic swirl on the bottom of the pancake:
Do you see the swirl?
The age-old adage is that the first pancake goes to the dogs because it never quite turns out right. Growing up, Amanda always wanted the first pancake, but in later years realized the first pancake was usually nothing special. This first pancake, pictured above, was an exception to the rule. Look at the beauty and grace. The perfect swirl.
after both sides have been nicely browned turn out the pancake and quickly add more butter to the top of it like so:
If you wait too long you have ruined the pancake because now, the butter won’t melt appropriately. Amanda was working on getting into the groove and realized she had waited too long too add the butter. Hand to her forehead She laughingly kept repeating,
“Oh no, he would be so disappointed. Sorry Dad, sorry Dad!”
That being said, there are rules to eating these besides butter on top. There must be sugar and fresh squeezed lemon. There shouldn’t be nutella, strawberries, whipped cream, peanut butter, ham, cheese, egg, nothing. Nothing but fresh squeezed lemon and sugar to taste.
***DISCLAIMER*** this doesn’t mean you can’t experiment with these things, it just means Amanda’s dad would not approve, and it would not be a “real” Dutch pancake.
Roll it up and you have your very own dutch pancake. Remember to go big on butter.
Amanda kept saying her dad would be shaking his head at these pancakes but I think he would be proud. Proud that his daughter loves him, that she wants to share the things he taught her, proud of her family and her love for them, proud that he will forever live in the lives of those these pancakes touch. I don’t really know of any other thing one should be proud of.
If you would like a different recipe that has more exactness, I’ve linked you one right here: Joy Love Food Dutch Pancakes