Though, during a breather at a mountain cabin, my hero makes breakfast and blueberry pancakes are on the menu. YUM! So I thought I’d bring you an awesome blueberry pancake recipe, along with a few tips for perfecting your own pancakes.
And since we’re on Guilty Pleasures today…we are not counting calories!
For an extra treat…scroll down for an excerpt from that scene in FEVER.
Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes
- 2 cups all purpose flour (you can also divide this among all purpose and cake flour)
- ½ teaspoon salt
- ½ teaspoon baking soda
- ½ teaspoon baking powder
- 2 Tbsp sugar
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
- ½ teaspoon nutmeg
- 2 large eggs
- 1 ½ cups buttermilk
- 3 Tbsp warm melted butter
- 1 cup blueberries
- Cooking spray or vegetable oil
Step 1: Prep
- Whisk together the dry ingredients in a large bowl.
- In a separate bowl, whisk the eggs, then whisk in the buttermilk. *Perfect pancake tip #1*
- Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and combine with whisk.
- Mix only until the batter just comes together.
- Whisk in the melted butter.
- Do not over-mix! *Perfect pancake tip #2*
Step 2: Cook
- Heat a flat griddle or large pan. *Perfect pancake tip #3*
- Spray the pan with non-stick cooking spray or brush with vegetable oil. *Perfect pancake tip #4*
- Ladle the pancake batter onto the griddle to the desired size *Perfect pancake tip #5*
- Sprinkle the blueberries into the pancake on the griddle. *Perfect pancake tip #6*
- Flip when cooked on that side *Perfect pancake tip #7*
- Cook another minute or two
- Serve hot
Perfect Pancake Tips
- Use a large whisk to mix the ingredients until the dry ingredients are just mixed in. The large whisk allows for more air to be whipped into the batter resulting in light and fluffy pancakes.
- Don’t overbeat the batter or you will have flat, tough, chewy cakes. If you have time, refrigerate the batter for 30 minutes before you start cooking the pancakes.
- Heat the griddle until drops of water dance and evaporate immediately. If your griddle has a temperature control, heat it to 375 degrees F.
- Using butter in your batter and cooking spray on your pan will result in a golden brown, buttery pancake without any burning.
- Use a 1/4 cup measuring cup to pour the batter onto the hot griddle. Pour quickly, keeping at least a 2″ space between each pancake.
- Wait to add blueberries until the batter has already been poured on the griddle – this will keep them from bleeding into batter.
- Let the pancakes cook until the edges start to look dry and bubbles form on the uncooked surface. Don’t move the pancakes before this, because they will just break apart. Handling the pancake too much with make it tough.
- Use a long handled spatula and carefully slide it under each pancake. Using your wrist, quickly flip the pancakes.
- Serve with melted butter, real maple syrup and sprinkled with powdered sugar.
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Read FEVER Chapter ONE
Firefighter TEAGUE CREEK is not the man he used to be. Six years ago while on a routine call, a warehouse explosion left him with burns over eighty percent of his body. When he awoke in a hospital, his injuries had miraculously healed, leaving him with the burning question: what really happened in that warehouse? Subsequent events added to his suspicions: forced separation from his engine company, interrogation by mysterious military personnel, restricted visitation with his wife and, ultimately, her suicide.
But the bizarre circumstances didn’t end there. Two years after his wife’s death, he has been convicted of murdering the first woman he dated since, incarcerated at San Quentin State Penitentiary and denied an appeal. He’s lost the daughter he lived for, Kat, and the career as a firefighter he loved. Believing the original warehouse fire is somehow linked to everything that’s happened since, Teague gives up on the system. Instead of fighting an invisible enemy, he scrapes together a plan to escape prison, reclaim Kat and flee to South America.
Doctor ALYSSA FOSTER is only two weeks away from attaining her loftiest goal to date: securing an attending radiologist position at one of the finest hospitals in the country. Her success means status, respect and proving her worth to her family. But Alyssa’s future is forever altered when she is abducted by one of her forensic patients, Teague Creek. Early on Alyssa realizes this is no ordinary man. He has a strange ability to create heat within his body, which he uses to both hurt and heal.
It doesn’t take Teague long to figure out he’s grabbed the wrong woman. Instead of a bargaining chip to use in exchange for Kat, he’s saddled with a witness. And she’s picked up on his developing pyrokenetic abilities. As the two reluctantly grow closer and she eventually believes his story, a bond emerges between them. And that bond only strengthens as Alyssa helps Teague both embrace his powers and demystify their origin. During their trek across California to find Kat, they both find themselves attracted to each other in ways neither of them expected. But that attraction may just get them both killed. Because this isn’t about a missing little girl anymore. Someone wants Teague gone. And they’re willing to do whatever it takes to get rid of him.
Excerpt from FEVER:
He moved through breakfast preparations in a fog. His mind bounced from Luke to Seth to Tara to Kat and lingered on Alyssa. She was such an intricate, fascinating, frustrating, maddeningly beautiful woman. Yes, he’d been imprisoned for three years. Yes, he’d probably react to any woman. But what had developed between them over the last few days was far more complex than simple physical chemistry.
“Okay, look.” Alyssa’s voice brought his attention around. She stood near the counter, waving a hairbrush in one hand. “I’m not going to keep doing this in the dark. I want answers and I won’t let up until I get them.”
She was wearing jeans that rode low on her hips with her pink-painted toes peeking out beneath the hem. A long-sleeved, deep green, v-neck sweater clung to the breasts that had been pressed against his chest last night and a tight abdomen he’d seen and felt first hand. Hot damn, she looked good in clothes that fit her cute little body.
“Where’d you get those?” He shifted on his feet to relieve the sudden tension in his groin and turned back to the griddle.
“Bedroom closet. I hate to tell you this, but one of the boys has been sneaking girls into the fort.”
“Seems times have changed.” Teague waved the spatula at the table. “Sit down, food’s ready.”
“Did you hear me?”
“How could I not hear all ninety-eight pounds of you threatening all two-hundred pounds of me?”
“A hundred and twenty pounds, thank you.”
“Not even after you ate every scrap of food on that table.”
He set the pancakes down in the only vacant spot on the table. Alyssa stared at the feast in amazed confusion.
“How could you possibly…? Where did you get all this…?” Her stomach rumbled so loud the sound drowned out the still-sizzling griddle. She put a hand over her belly, her cheeks pinking to a beautiful hue. “Oh, my God. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw this food.”
Teague didn’t wait for her. He sat and forked steaming pancakes onto his plate. Alyssa set her brush on the counter and pulled out a chair. She heaped two ladlefuls of scrambled eggs onto her plate, plucked up four strips of thick-sliced bacon then started in on the pancakes.
“Eggs,” she mumbled around her food. “Where did you get eggs?”
“They’re powdered. That fish food must have worked because you’ve got to be damn good and hungry if you’re eating those without noticing. Your eyes are about twelve times the size of your stomach.”
She pointed at the dark circles embedded in the hotcakes. “What are these?”
She smirked at him. “These can’t be from a powder.”
“No, those are from the freezer. You don’t get out much, do you doctor?”
“Ha-ha.” Alyssa clopped off a chunk of butter and slathered it over the cakes, gushed on syrup and butchered them as she tried to cut them into bite-sized pieces. Then she heavily salted her eggs. Once the preparations were done, she started eating. Or rather devouring.
With a strip of bacon in one hand, her fork in the other, she started a two-handed method of eating Teague had never seen outside a firehouse. A lopsided grin pulled at his lips as he watched.
She flicked and absent glance his way. “What?”
He chuckled, reached across the table and wiped a smudge of syrup from the corner of her mouth with his knuckle. “You look like a chipmunk hording for winter.”
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