Lulabelle Cooks Without a Net: Poor Man’s Pancakes with 10-Year-Old Cracker Barrel Maple Syrup (Not Sponsored)…..

Today I spent much of the day watching the royal wedding. Not because I missed watching it live on Saturday. Oh no. I woke up at 6am to watch it in real-time. But I was so transfixed with the pageantry, I wanted to watch it all again.

I had originally planned to eat a fancy breakfast with the wedding, but as it turned out getting up at 6am is a little too early and therefore dangerous to attempt turning on the stove when one can’t even form coherent sentences.

So I had to settle for a fancy late brunch the next day.

I made what I’ve christened “Poor Man’s Pancakes” so named because I didn’t have supplies for proper pancakes. These pancakes were made with whole wheat tortillas.

Here is the recipe: (Please note: I used standard 10-inch tortillas)

Take one tortilla and press a cookie cutter of your choice into the flat dough. (A few tips here: you may want to use something smaller than a magnolia bloom as the cutter was so large, I could only fit one bloom in one tortilla, rendering the tortilla useless for another shape. I may have had to eat the scraps. Also, I had to put all my weight into the cookie cutter and I still had to flip the tortilla over and push it through to get the shape I wanted.)

Do this as many times as you want pancakes. After which you’ll feel as though you’ve done a complete upper body workout and therefore have earned the calories you are about to consume. 😉 

Next, butter a skillet and set it to medium heat. Place tortilla on skillet and wait until it starts to bubble in the middle. Flip over and heat 1-3 minutes.

Top with butter and maple syrup……..

Speaking of maple syrup, about 10 years ago Chad took me to Cracker Barrel as I’d never been there before. If you order pancakes, they give you an adorable tiny sized bottle of maple syrup. As I was feeling sentimental, I kept it.

And in honor of our 10 year dating anniversary, I busted it out and had a taste. So what does 10-year-old maple syrup taste like? Well, before I found out, I had to open the bottle. Because it had sat for 10 years, it was sealed shut. Apparently, the syrup had formed a crystalized seal that wasn’t broken until I ran the top under hot water for 90 seconds.

Appearance: It doesn’t look any different from the day I bought it. 

Smell: A very strong maple syrup flavor.

Taste: Watered down maple syrup with a tiny bit of caramel flavor for some reason. At this point, it’s not boozy. I think I’ll put the cap back on and wait another 10 years before tasting it again.

Bon-Appetit’ Y’all!!

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TRADITION!………

It was birthday week in our house as Riley turned 2 and Phoebe turned 13. To celebrate Riley’s birthday, I sent out the following picture to family and friends:

Riley Birthday Collar

Now, I know what you are thinking, “Uh, he looks pissed.” And I’m not gonna lie, he wasn’t completely on board, but it wasn’t tight on his neck, it was on for only 45 seconds, and he survived and forgave me very soon after this photo was taken. 😉 #DontComeForMyBum

Now for Phoebe, I wanted to do something a little grander. As she turned 13 and that’s a milestone birthday,  we decided to celebrate with a very simple and intimate Bat Mitzvah.

I know what you are thinking, “But, you aren’t even Jewish! That’s cultural appropriation!!” And to that I say, first, slow your roll, bruh. Secondly, technically Jesus was Jewish and we like Him so.….

And thirdly, there’s been a debate in my family about how much Jewish ancestry we have. Not really a debate as everyone agrees there has to be some, but we don’t know exactly how much. Which is why I’ve been walking around in life the last few years telling people I’m about 1/18th ish Jewish.

And so we threw a simple, intimate Bat Mitzvah for our oldest cat. She was overcome with joy.

Phoebe Bat Mitzvah Crown

Seriously, that is her joy face. 

And to make sure everyone felt included, I even made a tiny yarmulke for Riley. He was appropriately pleased. 

Riley Yarmulke

L’chaiyim!