Pancake house pancakes originated far away from a pancake house. In Neolithic times, our ancestors combined ground wheat with birds eggs and goats milk. They could pour the resulting batter on a hot rock to cook it, and enjoy a tasty cake. Of course, as more refined methods surfaced, the modern pancake slowly surfaced.
Pancake House Pancakes
- 2 cups Flour
- 5 tsp Baking Powder
- 1 tsp Salt
- 3 tsp Sugar
- 2 Eggs
- 2 cups Milk
- 1/3 cups Melted Butter
Time needed: 15 minutes.
Before you begin, start preheating your griddle. I get the best results using either cast iron or ceramic.
- First, mix the dry ingredients together
Professionals use a sifter or electric mixer to combine the dry ingredients. I prefer to put them in a bowl and use a whisk, but that’s a quirk more than advice.
- Then, combine the wet ingredients in a seperate bowl
Mix the milk, melted butter, and eggs together with a beater. The fluid should completely blend into a pretty shade of yellow.
- Next, pour the wet solution over the dry mixture
Use a spatula to make certain you get EVERYTHING mixed together. The batter should mix into a thick syrupy consistency with tiny bubbles.
- Now, gently pour about a fourth a cup onto the griddle
You should get about six to eight pancakes per group. This depends entirely on how hot your griddle gets.
- Then, look for tiny bubbles on the top before you flip them
The tiny bubbles signal that the underside heated through.
- Finally, watch the steam until it begins to lessen
Once the steam begins to clear, you should remove them from the griddle as quickly as possible. The longer they stay on the griddle, the more moisture cooks off, and dry pancakes taste pretty gross.
My Pancake House Pancakes
You can, and many pancake houses do, purchase ready to pour batter, or premixed powders. However, nothing quite beats hand mixed ingredients. Growing up, I used to watch my mom pour wheat into a grinder to make flour; then she sifted the ingredients together with care. She would hand mix everything and pour it straight from the bowl onto the griddle. Despite their name, I strongly doubt my mom’s pancakes will ever see the inside of a diner.
Do you have any memories of cooking? I’d love to hear about them!
I grew up in Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, México, where people either owned cattle ranches or fruit orchards. Much of my work ethic came from working on Rancho La Mesa (my family’s ranch). That ranch also sparked what grew into my wild imagination. I read somewhere that you should write the story you want to read, and that stuck with me. My writing began in sixth grade, around the time I began learning to type.