Pancakes and Cocktails and Pizza, OMG!
Two weekends ago, I had the most glorious Saturday. First coffee, then a lazy walk around Green Lake, where I saw three corgis total. You cannot really go wrong when the day starts with a triple corgi sighting.
After that, I had spaghetti and meatballs for breakfast.
The meatballs were vegetarian BECAUSE THEY WERE MADE OF PANCAKES.
Oh YES. My awesome cousin S. turns everything she touches into art, and she introduced me to the book OMG Pancakes! by Jim Belosic. It shows you how to make pancakes into all kinds of stuff, from pancake sushi rolls to pancake “bling” that gets all up in your grill. (Or your nonstick griddle.) S. mixed up some Bisquick, and whirred it with an immersion blender to make the batter as smooth as possible. We blasted the Wild Flag. We got to work. Behold:
The Pig of Pancakes, with Theo-chocolate-flavored eyes
That evening, Jules and I headed to a class on Winter Italian Cocktails, held at The Pantry at Delancey, and taught by the inimitable A.J. Rathbun. Here is a video in which he (1) wears a fez and (2) explains how he survived in the Arctic for a month drinking only a cocktail called the Hot Brick, thanks to the heath benefits of bourbon and the healing qualities of butter. Once you watch it, you will understand why this class was so much fun.
We learned how to make four different cocktails, including the Negroni (above) and the Cynartown (below, those are sour cherries in the bottoms of the glasses).
We learned that Cynar is pronounced “chee-nar,” and that it is made from artichokes. We learned that one should always hold the bottom of the glass while stirring, so one knows when one’s drink is cold enough. We learned how to give basil a good smack to release its aroma. We learned how to twist citrus over a cocktail glass. Most importantly, we learned that many of these things are difficult to do when one has consumed many Winter Italian Cocktails.
After the class, we were starving, and in desperate need of some food to soak up the spirits. We split a white pizza at Delancey, and washed it down with Rachel’s Ginger Beer. Somehow, I managed to save room for a late-night taco.
Or was it a hamburger?