Get your weekend morning off on a slightly sweet spot with Candied Pecan Pumpkin Oat Pancakes. This guys make enough for a crowd on a chilly autumn morning.
So here’s the thing, I love breakfast, I’d probably eat it for every meal if it was socially acceptable. I mean what’s not to love about crispy potatoes, the perfect runny egg, waffles, fresh toast, pancakes and bacon.
Do I have your attention now? I thought so.
Besides eating breakfast, I like to make it too. I try my best to roast up some perfectly crispy potatoes for a hash at least one day out of the weekend, tossing in whatever vegetables we might have sitting around in our fridge. It goes great with the eggs we get from our CSA every few weeks.
But. . .do you know the one breakfast I seem to loathe to make? Can you guess?
I hope you did, since you are staring at a photo of the item right now. I don’t know what it is but I never and I mean never make pancakes. Every now and then Braden gets in the mood for them and asks if I can makes pancake. So of course the long string of excuses comes out, well. . .we don’t have any buttermilk (yes we could run to the deli that’s literally on the corner ) or I don’t want to make a mess (truth breaking out the flour and sugar guarantees a messy counter) or they never come out thick, yet fluffy like they do at the diner.
That’s the real truth. I can’t make dinner pancakes, mine always turn out thin and sad. I don’t know why, I came from a house of good pancake makers. My dad was awesome at making pancakes, he even did pancake art!
So why the sudden turnaround? I realized I probably never put enough leavening in the pancakes to make them the height I needed or I gave in to the pancake need and made sad sad ones with just regular milk.
Pancake nirvana has finally been achieved and what’s better than pumpkin ones in the fall? All you need with these guys is a roaring fire, the wind whistling through the trees and a blanket wrapped around you while you read the Sunday funnies (do they still print those?).