![]() ![]() Spoiler alert: this recipe has more sour cream than flour (insert mind-blown emoji here) which is so weird, right? but it totally works and doesn’t give you that overly-full feeling regular pancakes do sometimes. I made a few tweaks and as I was mixing the batter, I thought there was no way they were going to turn out because it was so different than what I was used to but they magically transformed when cooking and were a big hit! I was intrigued by the recipe, which is very unique, and decided to try making it gluten free. I’m so excited to share my family’s all-time favorite pancake recipe with you! Last year I was browsing the Pioneer Woman’s recipe collection (don’t you just love her?), and found a recipe for her husband’s grandma’s sour cream pancakes. They’re fluffy and taste a lot like a diner pancake, but have a deliciously distinct flavor that will have everyone asking for the recipe. The batter should make roughly a dozen pancakes.These gluten free sour cream pancakes are ridiculously easy to make and 100% foolproof. Serve immediately with a drizzle of warm maple syrup. Flip and cook the pancakes on the other side, for another 1-2 minutes. Cook until bubbles begin to appear, and the underside of the pancake is nicely browned, about 2 minutes. Working in batches, use a ¼ cup measuring cup to scoop the batter for each pancake. Lightly coat a griddle or nonstick skillet with cold butter. Pour butter over the batter and gently stir until the butter is incorporated into the batter. Melt butter in a microwave safe bowl until melted. Pour mixture over the dry ingredients and using a spatula, stir until just combined. In another bowl, whisk together the milk, sour cream, eggs and vanilla. In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. 1 cup sour cream ( or plain Greek yogurt).Besides they can’t complain for too long, there’s pancakes to eat. I can almost hear my children squirming and rolling their eyes over my sappiness, but I think I’ll just egg them on with some kitchen dancing and snuggling. I figure what better way to celebrate love-day than with a big plate piled high with pancakes. This year for Valentine’s Day, my plan is to make breakfast-for-dinner for my people and these special pancakes are on the menu. If you don’t have sour cream, no problem, plain Greek yogurt works just as well in a pinch. Lightly sweet with a hint of vanilla to balance out the subtle tang of the sour cream, these pancakes will quickly become your go-to recipe. These pancakes are loaded with frozen blueberries we’ve saved from the summer and the texture of the pancake is almost cake-like. I love a little sour cream in the batter for the depth of flavor and the way it helps make the pancakes light and fluffy. I’ve made dozens of recipes for pancakes over the years, but I think these are the best. He flips the pancakes, I pour the orange juice. We have our system down: I mix the batter, he pours the coffee. These days it looks more like shuffling past each other in the early morning hours, slurping coffee, watching the sun rise as our three hungry children (who are unapologetic early risers) wait eagerly for their dad to flip a pancake onto their plate. Marriage, jobs, three awesome kids, too many animals to count, a handful of difficult circumstances and many many wonderful memories later and pancakes still play a central role in our little life together. ![]() Did I also mention we were in the middle of the high desert in August? I can say with complete certainty it was one of the hardest and most fun months of my life.įast forward 15 years and that shaggy-haired boy became the man of my dreams. Our jobs were grueling feeding an entire camp of high school students three times a day isn’t for the faint of heart. I noticed right away he outworked everyone around him day in and day out, quick to offer a helping hand whenever it was needed. He convinced me we should steal a golf cart some of the staff used to get around the property (which we never did), he cracked jokes and that shaggy hair was always flopping in his eyes in the most endearing way. He was the resident ‘griddle jockey' and started each morning at 5am making pancakes (as well as French toast, eggs, and bacon among other things) for hundreds of hungry teenagers. I was 21, working in a summer camp kitchen for a month and in charge of 20 or so unruly teenagers, when over the top of the commercial griddle popped a shaggy-haired, hazel-eyed boy with a crooked smile. I fell in love with a boy who was making pancakes hundreds of them actually. A very long time ago I fell in love over pancakes. ![]()
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