Every week we’ll post a recipe that we both made. This week’s recipe was Edna Mae’s Sour Cream Pancakes. Printable recipe can be found at the bottom of this post.  The original recipe can be found over at The Pioneer Woman Cooks

Robyn’s Take:

This week’s recipe was chosen by Nance. We really don’t eat pancakes around here, I honestly can’t remember the last time I made them (and Fred’s more of a waffle fan), but I was certainly willing to give it a shot.

Before I could make the pancakes, I had to wait until Mama Kate was done with her morning snack.

OM NOM.

“Robyn,” Amanda is saying with a disdainful sniff. “You feed your CAT on your KITCHEN COUNTER? That is GROSS and HORRIFYING.”

To which I say “Bitch, you are NOT invited to breakfast, lunch, OR dinner, so it’s not any of your damn business!”

(And yes, I feed Mama Kate on the counter because if I don’t, her bratty little kittens will come along and Hoover up all her food and she’ll get even skinnier and she’s already skin and bones.)

The Enforcer, plotting how to get his paws on Mama’s food.

Mama Kate ate her food, I shooed her out of the kitchen, wiped down the counters, and was ready to make pancakes.

Here’s a tip, before we get started: if it takes your stove top a good long time to warm up as mine does, put your pan (or griddle) on the stove and turn on the heat before you even start mixing. That way, when the batter is mixed, the pan is heated and ready to go.

Your ingredients:

Flour, sugar, sour cream, salt, baking soda, eggs, and vanilla extract (that big bottle in the back is homemade vanilla. One day I’m going to get my butt in gear and show y’all how to make your own.)

Mix your eggs and vanilla together in a small bowl, and set aside.

In a large bowl, mix your dry ingredients (flour, sugar, salt, baking soda) together.

Throw your sour cream in there and mix until it’s just combined (don’t go crazy or you’ll end up with tough pancakes, and I’m pretty sure NO ONE wants that.)

Then throw your egg and vanilla mixture in mix until combined.

Throw butter in the pan you were smart enough to preheat and let it melt. I’d say I used… maybe a Tablespoon of butter? I didn’t pay attention when I put the butter in, but that sounds about right.

Drop your pancake batter into the pan by 1/4-cup scoops. I actually have a 1/4-cup scoop that comes in super handy (I’m not kidding, I use it a lot!), and that’s what I used. I only cooked two pancakes at a time because that’s just how I roll.

When the pancakes are bubbly across the top and brown around the edges, flip ’em over. This is a pancake that wasn’t ready to be flipped yet. I didn’t get a picture of one that WAS ready for flipping, because I am a scattered mess sometimes.

Here’s one after I flipped it.

If your pan gets too dry, add more butter. I did that, but I didn’t even think to keep track of how much butter I used.

You know, some people would go ahead and add even more butter to the pancakes once they’re cooked and I’m not judging you if you want to do that, go ahead and knock yourself out. But since they were cooked in butter, I figured just syrup would be good enough.

The verdict? Fred said they had a good flavor, but he still isn’t any great fan of pancakes and would have preferred waffles. (His “meh”-ness on the pancakes probably wasn’t helped by the fact that a couple of the pancakes I gave him weren’t quite done in the middle. It took me a little while to get the hang of waiting for the bubbles to appear before turning the pancakes; it’s really been a long time since I’ve made pancakes and I guess I lost the skill.)

I thought they were AWESOME. I’ve never been a big fan of pancakes, though if they’re put in front of me I’ll eat a few. But these were really really good. I don’t know that they’ll go into regular rotation – I don’t think we’re suddenly going to start eating pancakes with more frequency – but if I have a desire for pancakes, this is for sure going to be my go-to recipe.

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Nance’s Take:

Insider information: My grandmother’s name was Edna Mae.

Some people think that I don’t like Pioneer Woman. Those people are wrong-I just don’t care for her type of schtick. But fuck, this recipe sucked balls (calf ones, hee) and that’s no lie! I’m telling you ahead of time because I just can’t keep it a secret until the end of this entry. 

I love my mother to death, but Shirley was working a nerve when it came time to make these. A Nerve, people. It was dinner time and apparently someone was hungry because she was grabbing things and saying, “Come on, let’s get going” while I was hollering, “Stop-it, I have to take pictures of this shit!”  Some people have a calm and tranquil kitchen environment. Mine? There was a whole lot of cussing going on and I’m pretty sure I used the word asshole more than a few times. To describe my mother.

BECAUSE SHE IS ONE.

See this griddle? A lot of baggage comes with this damn thing. My mother had one just like it years ago.  It was relegated to the basement due to its size and our lack of space. Somehow the power cord was lost and we searched for months trying to find the damn thing. We eventually gave up and got rid of the griddle. About 6 months later, we found the power cord. IN THE GARAGE (???).  Easy break-down:  we had a griddle with no power cord and then a power cord with no griddle.  I personally find them a pain in the ass to use, but we’re all about keeping The Matriarch happy over here so we got her a new one.

Every time she uses it she packs it all up and puts it back in the box just like it was when it was purchased.

Proof that I am nothing like my mother. I burn every single box as soon as whatever I purchased is plugged in and working. The only thing I keep are the boxes for Apple products and I think that’s only because I love their packaging. What? If you really take a good look at their packaging you would understand. It’s motherfucking ART.

Um, I guess I should yap about this freaking recipe already.

The number of bowls this recipe took was ridiculous. Three fucking bowls for a pancake recipe that serves two.  That’s some crazy dumb shit right there.  Oh wait.  Maybe that’s not some crazy shit.  This may just be a recipe that was written as such to make a woman like Amanda happy.  And I bet that someone as particular as her just loved the fact that the flour was measured out in tablespoons.  Seven tablespoons to be exact.

Action shot! Just imagine me yelling at my mother to slow down so that I could take a picture.

Another action shot. I was really starting to get annoyed with my mother by this time.  Not only was she completely steam-rolling my recipe, but she was also standing in my light when I was trying to take the pictures.  It was starting to turn into a to-do.  I may have contemplated a nursing home.  Or an asylum.  Pro-tip: Save your butter ends for when you need to grease a pan or a griddle.

I threw the entire end of butter onto the griddle and Shirley just about died. Apparently she was not going to allow me to put that much butter on her special griddle.

I eventually showed her because I fucked around so much the butter started to turn brown before I even got the pancake mix on the damn thing.  I’m pretty sure she didn’t appreciate that.  Ha!

This is me barely combining what-the-fuck-ever because that’s all I saw when I read the recipe. Barely combine and don’t overmix. It’s a pancake for chrissakes!

You see those bubbles? That means that the pancake is almost ready to be flipped. Almost, but not quite.  Leave it alone until you see more bubbles all over the surface.

You see someone messing around with those pancakes before they are ready to be flipped? That someone wasn’t me.

This one was obviously ready to be flipped.

Two spatulas and WHAT THE FUCK are you doing, Shirley?

Move your eyes to the right of this picture.  Are you fucking kidding me?

End-game. Obviously Shirley liked them because she was so freaking hungry. Rick said they had a strange texture and I agreed. This is not a light and fluffy pancake (even when I was careful to not over-mix). It’s a rubbery mess with butter and syrup. I’ll be honest, the sour cream pissed me off because I thought it was going to add something special. You want to know what it added? More calories and fat. Totally not worth it and I’ll stick with a box mix the next time I want a pancake which will probably when hell freezes over because I like waffles better than pancakes.

Shout-out to Cathy. Sadie didn’t get any pancakes (she’s grain-free), but she did get that piece of bacon!

This picture is blurry, but I’m including it because it made me laugh. Rick was talking to her and she was trying to look at him without losing the bacon.  She’s such a good girl!