I woke up this morning and realized that wisdom was finally upon me.
As much as I would like to say I was spiritually enlightened, nothing of that sort happened.
In fact, there’s very little that is enlightening about the fact that as you read this, I’m uncomfortably squirming in a chair while I get my wisdom teeth yanked.
Thanks…I didn’t want that wisdom anyway. In fact, the only thing I really wanted this morning was pancakes.
Problem: Not allowed to eat breakfast before the surgery.
Solution: You can go make them instead. A wise decision, I promise!
When I was a kiddo, my family used to vacation at a small, family resort on Lake Champlain in Vermont with friends. I can’t remember everything from our trips, but I do remember one thing for sure: I loved it. I loved spending time with my family and hanging out with kids my age, playing games, swimming in an amazing indoor pool, and laughing and running around like a maniac, swimming in the lake, and enjoying some really darn good food.
Oh the food. The “kids’ food” was good, but the “grown-up food” was swoon-worthy. Intricate and gourmet but still home-cooked and prepared with love.
In truth, I don’t even remember all of the food. But I do remember the pancakes.
Ah yes, the pancakes. As if breakfast/brunch wasn’t already my favorite meal, they hooked me in with pancakes. And not just any ordinary pancakes—orange-yogurt pancakes. Heaven on a plate.
A few years later, we stopped going to Tyler Place due to a combination of factors. It was expensive, and my parents wanted to travel elsewhere once we were older.
Tyler Place faded into my memories, and everyone forgot about those delicious pancakes. Until one morning.
I came downstairs to my dad buzzing around the kitchen, a sly grin on his face. Minutes later, I was greeted by a strangely familiar sight: Tyler Place Pancakes.
One bite sent me straight to pancake nirvana, and I quickly consumed my weight in those fluffy cakes. They’re easily my favorite pancakes and probably the favorite of everyone else in my family as well.
Divine. Moist. Dense, yet fluffy with a hint of orange. Always lovingly filled with memories of childhood summers.
Tyler Place Orange-Yogurt Pancakes
These pancakes will forever remind me of their namesake—Tyler Place, a family resort located on the banks of a lake in Vermont. Unlike their buttermilk or blueberry counterparts, these orange pancakes get a perfect hint of fluffiness from the combination of baking powder and soda, while remaining incredibly moist and dense due to the yogurt. If you’re a pancake aficionado like myself, these pancakes are simply a must. Perfectly acceptable for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or really, anytime.
Adapted from Tyler Place
- 2 tbsp fresh orange zest
- 4 tsp sugar
- 3/4 cup orange juice (fresh squeezed is a must, even if it means juicing 1 orange)
- 1 1/2 cups nonfat plain yogurt
- 2 large eggs (Don’t use a vegan sub. These pancakes really benefit from the eggs)
- 3 tbsp melted butter (or margarine)
- 2 cups all purpose flour
- 2 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 1/2 tsp salt
1) Combine orange zest, yogurt, eggs, sugar, orange juice, and butter in a large mixing bowl. Beat until well-combined.
2) In another bowl, sift together flour, baking powder, and salt. Add yogurt mixture, and stir well just until a smooth batter forms. Do not overmix!
3) Heat a griddle and cook pancakes, flipping once each side is golden brown.
I can just about promise these pancakes will not disappoint. No wisdom required.
Think of somewhere tropical, somewhere homey, somewhere warm and comforting when you eat them. Think of Tyler Place or Dad or Sunday mornings. Or think of me, wriggling around like a Mexican jumping bean and hoping you like these pancakes.
Yes, do that. And cross your fingers and hope that I don’t come back looking like too much of a chipmunk..
At least I’ll still have my sarcasm teeth