To begin, you need to combine 1 cup chickpea flour, 1/2 tsp. of salt, 1/2 tsp of cumin, and 3/4 of a cup of hot water. Stir this for a minute or two until it becomes a smooth paste. It’ll look like pancake batter. Then let it stand for 1 hour. This allows the flour to hydrate.
After it has rested add 1 cup of your favorite greens (spinach, kale, or chard), 1/8 of a tsp of baking soda, and 3/4 of a cup of canned chickpeas. Stir this together and then heat your skillet at medium-high and coat the bottom with a thin layer of safflower oil. Once your skillet is nice and hot, ladle a small amount of the batter onto your skillet. I like to make small pancakes as they cook faster. Cook each side for about 2 minutes or until they are golden brown and bubbling. I found that I could make about 10 small pancakes with this recipe.
Who ate it?
Husband- He thought they were quite good.
Son #1- Liked the pancake but not the actual chickpeas inside it.
Son #2- Tried one.
On another note:
Lately, I’ve thinking about the differences between my sons’ childhood and my own. It’s an impossible comparison for a multitude of complicated reasons, but I can say one thing for sure – their childhood is louder!
If I had to describe the noise level of my own childhood, I’d say that it resembled a grade three chapter book. There was mostly the printed word, a few exclamation marks and the occasional coloured illustration. To put it another way, once my sister and I got locked in our bedroom by mistake and it took my mother hours to realize that we were trapped. Even in distress, we were quiet.
The noise level of my boys, on the other hand, resembles a comic book. There is nothing but pictures and text spilling out all over the page, punctuated by large explosions of “KAPOW!”, “WHAM” and their favourite, “HI-YA!”
It’s basically a cacophony of semi-aggressive grunts and meaningless exclamations.
Then there in the background you can see the distressed heroine, a blonde with an unusual amount of worry lines, trying to be seen and heard over it all. It’s a losing battle because unlike the vibrant colours of the comic book, the heroine appears to have been painted in diluted watercolour. Floating above her head in light italics reads the sentence, “Use your indoor voice!”
-Mom on a veggie mission