I’ve always found comfort in the idea of pancakes. It makes me think of lazy mornings, where my mom, who was always a stickler for low-sugar breakfast options, would open up a box of Krusteaz pancake mix and allow me the ecstasy of drowning carby disks in a warm, sweet syrup that stuck to every surface of my skin in spite of my best efforts. For a child raised on Gorilla Crunch, this literally and metaphorically was as sweet as it got.
Now in my mid-twenties, my entire family is on the West Coast and I’m stuck in the Midwest, alone in my apartment with my two cats. While in quarantine I’ve thrown myself into cooking as a coping mechanism, indulging in dishes I’ve had the ingredients saved for a rainy day, or just when I’ve needed some familiarity. Now that things have settled down, and things like flour (pretty essential to pancakes) are starting to make their way back to shelves I’m looking forward to reminiscing on syrupy sweet mornings, before my day is filled with Zoom calls and Slack messages about “circling back on this!”

Cinnamon Pancake Mix
- 4 Cups of Flour
- 3 Tablespoons of Baking Powder
- 2 Teaspoons of Baking Soda
- 2 Teaspoons of Cinnamon
Combine all the ingredients and store in an airtight container.

Cinnamon Banana Pancakes
- 1 Cup of Cinnamon Pancake Mix
- 1 Teaspoon of Vanilla Extract
- 1 Egg
- 1 Cup of Milk/Mylk
- 1 Tablespoon of Melted Butter
- 2 Bananas, peeled and sliced
Optional: Butter, whipped cream, and maple syrup to garnish.
Directions
In a bowl combine all the ingredients except the banana. Once the batter is fully mixed, but still a little lumpy, gently fold in the banana.
In a greased skillet on medium heat, spoon in pancake mix to your desired size—we’re in the middle of a global pandemic, so just do what feels right to you. When bubbles arise across the entire pancake and the bottom is golden brown, flip it over and wait until the pancake has risen and is fully finished cooking.
Plate the pancakes and serve warm topped with butter, maple syrup, and whipped cream. Pair with a beer or a mimosa, because, f*ck it, right?
