Saturday's Buttermilk Pancakes

Ingredients:

• 3 cups of all-purpose flour
• 3 tablespoons of white sugar
• 3 tablespoons of baking powder
• 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon of salt
• 3 cups of butter milk
• 1/3 cup of melted butter

 
Preparation:
 
In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. On one side of the kitchen, my granny was doing this. In a separate bowl, beat together buttermilk, eggs, and melted butter. On the other side of the kitchen there was me doing that. Some Saturdays my granny and I would take turns on who would combine what in which bowl.

One particular Saturday while mixing those things I was listening to my mom and auntie gossiping at the table. Saying things like "Girl, you know she finally have a husband.." or "Girl, I see the police at the Johnson's house every Friday..." always catches my attention. While they should have been helping me and their 67 year old mother in the kitchen, they rather discuss other people business. Suddenly the front door opened, surprisingly my older brother, who has been gone for two years away in Little Rock, walked in. Everyone reactions changed. We were all very delighted to see him. We jumped up and suffocated him with hugs and kisses.

Cutting that fantastic reunion short, I heated a lightly oiled frying pan over medium heat. Sometimes, I flick water across the surface and if it sizzles up, it's ready! After that, I let my granny take over. She pour the wet mixture into the dry mixture using a wooden spoon. Stir it until it blend together, but do not over stir. Pour  or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/2 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.

While my grandma was waiting on the pancakes to get done, I joined my aunt, mom, brother, and cousin at the table. He began to tell us about his time in Little Rock. We realized that the whole he was talking, everyone was smiling. Not knowing if the smiles were coming from his presence or the smell of the pancakes! After what seemed like a long time of listening and smiling, the pancakes were done!

The plates were already set, but we added one more for my brother. My granny came over with a hot plate with a stack of pancakes on it. She came around a gave everyone two pancakes. We waited for her to settle, we said grace as an unit, finally we began to eat.

We do this routine every Saturday, but this specific Saturday seemed very special!