While Mother, Mother is certainly not an upbeat novel, as you can see from the over-arching themes of the book listed above, I did not want to write about anything that was too dark and depressing.
I will not claim to have no knowledge of or experience with some of these things, I just choose to deal with them in private and not in a public forum, such as this hopefully mostly lighthearted blog.
But, I will admit I grappled with what topic DID I want to write about for this month’s From Left to Write Book Club selection.
This book was dark and menacing (in a good way, y’all, really, go read this book, I loved every second). But, if not inspired by one of the heart-heavy themes, then what??
How about Pancakes?
You read that right, Pancakes :-)!!!
In the book, pancakes are used as a metaphor for getting your life together. First you have all of the ingredients in chaos everywhere, but if you try hard enough long enough you make pancakes instead of a mess.
Rather nice visual, eh?
I almost never make pancakes for breakfast. I can’t get anything together for breakfast until I have had a few cups of coffee, and by then, it seems like cereal or eggs are easier.
But, sometimes, for a special treat, I’ll ask my kids if they want pancakes for dinner.
(usually it’s because I am tired and don’t want to cook two meals or two variations of a meal to account for children with no sense of taste or adventure in the culinary arts, never mind the fact that they are 5 and 3)
The answer is always a resounding (and in stereo)
YES, YES, YES, YES, PANCAKES, YES, PANCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKES!!
So, in an attempt to “be a better mother” and completely unlike Josephine in Mother, Mother, I vow to try and make pancakes more for my kiddos, maybe even for breakfast one day. Or brunch. Or lunch.
Here’s a link to my favorite recipe.
I will also add here that any *good* Southerner (you know who you are – you heard that word said with a draaaaawl in your head) uses cane syrup instead of maple syrup. Now, I lived in New Hampshire for 2 years in the heart of maple syrup country and have even toured several maple syrup houses, so I know what *real* maple syrup tastes like. But I stand by my previous statement.
(although I only have maple syrup in my house due the aforementioned children with no sense of taste or adventure in the culinary arts).
Oh, Steen’s, how I miss you, let me count the ways……
Happy Pancake Eating!
PS: as a child there were a few nights when my Mom wasn’t home and she asked my Dad to make dinner for us kiddos. His specialty: No, not pancakes, ha! 🙂 But he would mix peanut butter and Steen’s cane syrup on a plate and then we would dip bread in it.
Best. Dinner. Ever.
A controlling mother, a missing daughter, and a family who is desperate for love. This post was inspired by the the psychological thriller
by Koren Zailckas.
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As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.