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Ahh, another deeply satisfying Facebook reunion.  I’ve known Gretchen since elementary school, and for anyone interested in the math – that’s more than thirty years!  She came into town on Monday for a business trip, and we were lucky enough to eat lunch and spend the afternoon together.  It was a whirlwind of Porque Non?!, VooDoo Donuts, and Northwest 23rd, including the least welcoming greeting from a fella who’d had one too many, or perhaps, not quite enough.

I’ll admit that I was a little nervous about our visit.  Gretchen and I had always been on the periphery of each other’s lives.  We knew the same people, but ran in different circles – she was a cheerleader, played softball, and sang in choir.  I wasn’t terribly athletic, only sang in the car, and had, let’s just say, slightly less mainstream pursuits.  What might we talk about besides the weather and beautiful Portland, Oregon?

I turns out, a lot, and the conversation came so easily, too.  In fact, we talked (and laughed) so much that my throat is still sore.  Of course we reminisced about all the people from school, but the highlight, at least for me, was really learning about Gretchen as a person.  She’s had her share of heartaches in the years since high school, but in no way have they diminished her intelligence, empathy, caring, or passion for life.  I had always thought she was pretty, but now, I know she’s beautiful, inside and out.  I’m really looking forward to our next thirty years of friendship!

When I taught English at the high schools in Lake Oswego, the kids referred to their lives there as being “inside the bubble.”  I came to believe this as well, as Lake Oswego is an interesting place of money, privilege, power, and very little crime.  Unlike our neighborhood, the homes are all nice, with manicured gardens and expensive cars in the garage (not on the lawn as a select few do around here, sigh).  My kids, so accustomed to life “inside” were often quite worried about my safety as I lived in Portland where the terrible things happened.  “Oh Ms. Sohn, isn’t that a bad neighborhood?  Aren’t you afraid?”  In response, I would thank them for caring and assure them that I was rather fearless by nature (I did teach high school, after all) and felt safe, too.

Though they had many things I could only dream about at that age, my students were typical young people.  They were sweet, smart (though sometimes altogether stupid), hilarious, sassy, sometimes unruly, and exhibited all of the behaviors associated with teenagers: trying to find their place in the world, the drama of relationships, and getting into all manner of trouble.  In spite of or despite this, I’m not sure which, I loved them all, and did my best to teach them everything I knew.

Anyhoo, we ventured to the bubble for the 46th annual Festival of the Arts on Saturday afternoon.  It was a perfect day – warm and sunny.  As for the festival itself, it is quite nice, not too big, but big enough not to have Mama’s weird homemade junk, though I did see some rather creepy looking sculptures (to each their own).  Our friend Jamee was one of the many talented artists there and had her usual display of beautiful paintings.  I hope she did well.  The highlight, however, had to be the incredible showcase of mosaics with many unique interpretations of the ancient art.  I said “Wow!” a lot.

After perusing the art and buying a neat vase from the Yoga Goat, we completed Portland City Walk No. 18.  It led us through a tour of the town, wandering down roads I had never taken when I taught there.  It is a beautiful place with homes classic to modern and small to gigantic (I should say small for Lake Oswego because what looks little there is pretty normal, even slightly big, in our neighborhood), lots of mature trees, lovely views of the lake, the surrounding hills, Mount Hood, and many, many birds, like the Song Sparrow above, singing happily.

Ahh, another perfect Saturday – hope yours was too!

The man defied racial barriers, musical traditions, and quite often, logic.  Thank you for the memories, the dance moves, and, most of all, that voice!

She inspired many a haircut and a swimsuit, was a great Angel, and had a magical smile.

Peace in the hereafter…

When I was a little girl and had pancakes for breakfast at a friend’s after sleeping over, I always wondered why their mom or dad’s version tasted so much different than my mom’s.  For the most part, they were exactly the same size, shape, and golden hue (though never as fluffy).  Additionally, the syrups tended to be the same, though sometimes I was surprised with a Mrs. Butterworth’s (fancy!) or in the case of Janet Womack’s mom, the use of plain corn syrup instead of the fake maple I was accustomed to.

Finally, after not being able to puzzle it out and always enjoying the pancakes at home over anywhere else (besides Grandpa’s – he used the same recipe), I asked my mom about it the next time she made them.  “Well,”  she said, “they probably use a mix and mine are from scratch.”  “Oh.”  “Yeah, it makes a big difference.”  Indeed it does.  Here is my variation on the recipe that makes a big difference, given to my mom by my Nana, my Grandpa’s mom.  I’ve also included myriad variations at the end – they’re all delicious.

Pancakes from Scratch

1 cup flour

pinch salt

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 egg, separated

1 cup milk

Sift dry ingredients together, set aside.  Add egg yolk to the milk in a measuring cup and stir.  Beat the egg white until it is stiff but not dry.  Mix the dry ingredients and the milk and egg yolk mixture together until smooth (do not over beat).  Gently fold in the egg white, doing your best not to deflate the mixture.  This gives the pancakes a wonderfully light texture.  I won’t insult your intelligence here.  You know how to do the rest.

Variations:

Hungry?

This recipe makes about a dozen 3″ pancakes, though it is easily doubled or tripled.  You can also make a big batch and then freeze the leftovers for a quick weekday breakfast.  Lightly toast them and you’re good to go!

Milk?

You can use any kind of milk here – soy, rice, oat, almond, hazelnut, buttermilk, whatever strikes your fancy.  Today’s photo actually used hemp milk.

Eggs?

I’ve used the Ener-G Egg Replacer with good results.  Since there is no yolk, just whip up the mixture like you would the egg white, though it won’t get as stiff.

Vegan?

Use the egg replacer along with the non-dairy milk of your choice.

Flour?

I’ve made this recipe with brown rice flour, oat flour, whole wheat, all-purpose, buckwheat, gluten-free blends, and every combination.  The results have always been good, though if you go gluten-free or all whole wheat, I’d use more baking powder (1/4 teaspoon per cup of flour) for a little extra lift.

Blue Corn?

Use a mixture of one half corn meal (very fine masa, and it doesn’t have to be blue, though it is the prettiest!) and one half all-purpose flour (or equivalent).

Like Fruit?

Banana?  Mash up a banana (small to medium size) really well (or use a hand blender) and add to the milk mixture.  You can also slice it like the apple below, but make sure the pan is well oiled.  Bananas are sticky.

Apple?  Place a slice or two on the griddle just before pouring the batter over the top, or use 1/4 cup applesauce for every cup of flour.  You may need to cook them a little longer.  Add some cinnamon and ginger, too, they’ll be yummy!

Blueberries?  Add some to the batter, or if you suffer from Colleen style anal-retentiveness (eek!), evenly distribute a small handful over each pancake just after pouring the batter onto the griddle.

Fruit Syrup?

Mix whole berries, chopped fruit of virtually any variety (fresh or frozen, though not banana), or a combination into a sauce pan.  To that, add water or fruit juice (apple or white grape are good neutral flavors, orange for contrast), about 1/2 – 2/3 the volume of fruit.  Mix in some cornstarch (usually about 1/2 to 1 teaspoon for every cup of fruit) with sugar or whatever sweetener you use (to your liking) and heat until thick and bubbly.  Add a little vanilla or almond extract and butter.  You can also add a little ginger and/or cinnamon – especially good with plum, peach, and apple syrups.

Peanut Butter?

Spread some on your pancake just before pouring your favorite syrup over the top.  This is especially good with the banana variety.  Elvis would be proud, too!

Pumpkin?

Add 1/4 cup pureed pumpkin (canned or homemade) for every 1 cup of flour  along with cinnamon and ginger, and you’ve got a fall hit on your hands.  Sprinkle with toasted pecans and hot damn – delicious!

Enjoy!

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This is a bloom from the final peony I bought on my grand adventure last summer – the Bartzella!  A delight for the eyes on the eve of my sixteenth wedding anniversary.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul to another.

George Eliot

Happy Anniversary – I love you, Buddy!

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