August 5, 2011 by Heather
One facet of being poor is that you learn to use what you have. There is no extra money to run out to the grocery store on a whim and make a new cool recipe. That is a thing of the past. And hopefully also the future. But for the present, we are making due with what is in the fridge and pantry. While at times it can be frustrating, it is also an opportunity to be creative. For example, when thinking about what to make for dinner tonight I remembered the tub of ricotta cheese in the back of the refrigerator that was left over from a pasta dish made a few weeks ago (that, luckily, doesn’t expire until next week). Aha! Ricotta pancakes. I had heard of them before, but had never made them. Then I remembered the almost empty bag of frozen blackberries in the freezer. Aha! Blackberry Ricotta Pancakes! Briiilllant. After some googling, I decided to go with Nigella Lawson’s recipe. All of her recipes are quite lovely and I knew she wouldn’t let me down. Aside from the measurements being in grams and milliliters and requiring a little switcherooing, it was a real cinch. Here is my slight adaptation of her recipe:
Blackberry Ricotta Pancakes
1 cup ricotta cheese
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs, separated
3/4 cup + 2 Tbsp all purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp sugar
pinch of salt
1 cup blackberries (thaw if frozen), cut in half and sprinkled with a little sugar
butter, for cooking
In a bowl, whisk together the ricotta, milk, and egg yolks until smooth (put the egg whites in a different bowl for later). Mix in the flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt. Rinse off your whisk and use it to beat the egg whites into a foamy submission, just until there are lots of fluffy bubbles. Fold the egg whites into the batter mixture. Gently stir in the blackberries.
Heat a skillet on medium high and drop in some butter. Using a measuring cup, pour the batter into the skillet in 1/3 cup sized cakes. Spread it around a little bit, making sure it is thin enough to get cooked all the way. Cook until the bottom of the cake looks set and golden, then flip and repeat.
Serve piping hot with more butter, if you like, and a drizzle of syrup. A glass of cold milk never hurt anything either.
These would be delicious without any berries, or with any other variety you have on hand. Blue, Razz, Straw, whatever.
Today was one of those days where it felt like my skin and the squishy stuff underneath it was just sort of oozing out all over the place. Out the top of my undies, out from beneath the under wire on my bra, out the sides of my cycling shorts. You know those days. They can also be referred to as Second Day of Period day, which is what today just happens to be. Ugh, so gross. Yesterday, aka First Day of Period day (aka sucky suckfest), I informed Andrew that it was a national rule that women cannot exercise on that day.
“Oh yeah? What about professional women athletes?” He said.
What a real jerkface, that guy.
I can’t decide which is worse, the First Day or the Second Day. The FD is pretty miserable (unless, like this month, you were worried you were pregnant and thanked the Lord when you Flo came to town, even if it was in the public library), but the SD is the day when all I want to do is sit on the toilet in a giant t-shirt and engage in what I’m sure you know as “period pooping.” It is so much grosser than regular pooping, am I right?
I could go on, but it would start to get really disgusting and sometimes my mother in law reads this. I’m sure though, that even she knows what period pooping is. Even if she wouldn’t admit it. 🙂 It’s just a natural, beautiful part of womanhood.
And no, I don’t have a job yet. Let’s not talk about it anymore.