I love eating pancakes for supper.
Since I had too many other things to do, the only part of Pancake Tuesday supper made was (what else) pancakes. No bacon. No sausages. No scrambled eggs. No fried mushrooms. Jut a plate of yummy, fluffy pancakes. Pancakes with cursed blueberries.
Don't get me wrong--I really, really like the juicey blue orbs, but I seem to have picked up a cursed container of frozen blueberries.
The first time I dug into the tub, visions of tender-crumbed muffins danced in my head...in reality, I wound up with light but hollow little cakes--hollow like a Yorkshire pud. The second time I dug into the tub, I was baking a banana-blueberry loaf...umm...I wound up baking a banana-blueberry brick. This time (the last time I'll delve into the container because there aren't any more berries) the batter turned to glue--yummy glue, but glue nonetheless. When cooked they were fine, but getting them cooked was a bit of an ordeal. I've made these pancakes for a few years and have never had a problem before...it must have been the berries.
So I have all these weird pancakes, but no syrup...well, that's not quite true. I have some maple syrup, but not alot --enough to flavor some whipped cream or some icing, but not enough for a a couple of servings of pancakes.
Enter the blood oranges I picked up the other day. I haven't had them in a while and wanted to experiment...so I did what any good little foodblogger would do and juiced them, added some water and sugar an then boiled it down to a thick syrup.
It worked really well--a nice sweet, orangey, flowery, sticky syrup, poured over some hot, buttered pancakes. There's only one word to describe it: yum.
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