Cooking Gluten-Free Pancakes with Anne: a.k.a. How to not break a washing machine

I wasn’t planning on doing a breakfast meal for one of these blog entries, because it’s breakfast, how complicated can it get?? But this blog isn’t about getting complicated, it’s about learning.

I met with my friend Anne at 9:30 in the morning. I’m pretty sure I woke her up when I texted her that morning. She said it was no big deal, but I think we both wished we were sleeping.

Anne has been a good friend of mine ever since our sophomore or junior years in high school (I can’t remember which.) For this meal, she chose gluten-free pancakes. I was hoping for gluten-free ice cream cake, but that doesn’t fly at 9:30 AM.

Anne has an allergy to wheat and gluten is a protein in wheat. While this may suck for most people (like me and my bread addiction,) Anne has made the most of it. Since she learned about it, she has become a fantastic cook for herself and her husband, Jeff. Almost every restaurant has gluten in their food or all over their stations that prepare food. This has forced Anne to cook for herself and healthy meals at that. In her words, she has to put in extra effort to cook unhealthy (though this has not stopped her. She once cooked Bacon and Cheddar stuffed Pork Chops. Calm yourself meat eaters.)

We started with the pancake mix. It is called Pamela’s Pancake mix.

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Cooking Bruschetta with Amy a.k.a. Apparently I need to watch Julie and Julia

So for my first entry, I met with my cooking partner in crime, Amy. She and I have cooked before and she has taught me a lot. Our previous meals had focused around my bachelorhood and lack of cooking ability. So when I asked her to find a recipe that was more significant to her, she opted to go with a simple route.

Amy is a half-Persian woman who’s non-Persian mother was a major influence on her cooking ability. Paraphrasing Amy, “noon paneer,” is a traditional Iranian dish that is usually served with tea and eaten for breakfast. It usually consists of flat bread with feta (or other cheese) with mint, basil, or onion. She grew up with this and in her household, it eventually evolved into its western counterpart, bruschetta. In Amy’s family, this was not limited to breakfast but would also be served throughout the day. If mom didn’t have enough time to cook or if a large lunch was had, bruschetta made its way into their daily routine.

Seeing as how I had a fatty cheese steak with fries for lunch, bruschetta was a perfect choice for the evening.

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