Sunday, November 11, 2012

My brother's pancakes

There's a lot that I don't know about my brother Joe.

How he came to take up the game of golf has always mystified me. Where he learned to handicap thoroughbred racing so expertly I have never entirely understood either. What allowed him to believe, albeit briefly and very early this past spring, that the Mets might have a respectable 2012 season? That I shall never know.

Until a few days ago I also had no idea what an astoundingly good pancake maker my brother is. It has been more than a week since I cleaned my last plate of Joe's crisp and fluffy breakfast treats and still I am thinking about them. A lot.

Of the five days that I stayed with my brother in Queens recently he cooked me his "famous pancakes" twice.

Hell, I didn't even know that he had a famous pancake.

Naturally I had to find out the secret to my new favorite breakfast entree and so in between stacks I asked Joe to explain, slowly, so that I could commit the recipe to paper.

"Easy," my brother said, dropping a fresh slab of butter onto a red-hot pan. "One cup Aunt Jemima pancake mix, three-quarters of a cup of milk, an egg, and about two tablespoons of olive oil."

"That's it?"

"That's it," Joe said pouring another three pancakes' worth of his mix into the sizzling-hot butter. "Oh, and be sure to use an electric mixer. Makes a big difference."

I wondered whether my brother was holding out on me, keeping his famous pancake recipe to himself. The olive oil wasn't exactly what you'd expect to find listed on the recipe panel of a mass-market dry mix box. But could it really propel Jemima to such greatness? After all, these pancakes were dissolve-in-your-mouth extraordinary.

After a few days of pondering, and an unsuccessful attempt to recreate Joe's perfect pancakes in my own kitchen, I had my answer.

And it wasn't the oil.

My brother is just the type of guy who does things really well or not at all. It's probably the reason why so many people depend on him. He is smart and strong and very, very able. His heart is good.

When disaster struck our family recently Cousin Susie, who was forced from her home after Hurricane Sandy, told me that the one guy at the very top of everybody's wish list for aid and comfort was Joe.

Which was no surprise to me. Like his pancakes (or his clam sauce, come to think of it) my brother is the best that there is.

Just so we're clear.


Anonymous said...

I can see the resemblance, Mr. M. And nothing like the love between two brothers.

Best to you both.


Fred said...

Aunt Jemima and olive oil in the same recipe? Only at Mister Meatball! As for the Metsies having a winning season, I can only say that your brother deserves that at the least. Keep the faith, baby.

Anonymous said...

Fine looking pancakes, and a handsome brother too!


Charlene Ann Baumbich said...

Your bestest kinda post.

Julia said...

I will try Joe's pancakes with olive oil. His clam sauce is great, we've made it twice, so his cred in our house is pretty good.

Pat @ Mille Fiori Favoriti said...

I love pancakes and I'll try olive oil in them next time I mae them

Hurricane Sandy brought such terrible destruction to so many areas. ZI'm sad your family were affected by it. We lucked out here in Brooklyn -- the bay water surge came up our block about five house and then receded. I am at the other end of the block, so we did not have any flooding. It was a close call!