A true cup of coffee

Before I had a steam convection oven with 76 pre-programmed settings, a digital kitchen scale, and an auto-timer on the kitchen fan there were recipes where the measurements were coffee cups, pinch, dollop, and a splash. That was a time when real coffee cups were used; the ones with a thin edge and a slender ear, sitting on a saucer. Not mugs.

An acquaintance with knowledge of the car sales trade in California, tells me that a lot of European cars are deselected in the US because they lack holders for the giant thermo mugs, which are as obligatory as safety belts in the Golden State. I admit to also owning one of the huge thermo mugs, bought in support of the Sacramento Youth Symphony.

When my dad was a temporarily baching it and longed for pancakes, he called his sister-in-law and asked for the recipe (this is before one could ask Uncle Google). His culinary abilities hitherto had almost included boiling water.

“You take a couple of eggs and a splash of milk, a pinch of salt and then you whisk in a dollop of melted butter and mix in flour until you get a suitably thick batter”, said auntie Ebba.

He ended up with enough pancakes for the entire neighborhood!

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Sharing my best loved honey based recipies, along with short stories collected during life in Northern California and Stockholm, Sweden. Well, stories from other joints as well, and not only my experiences. Some will appear in English and some in Swedish. Deal with it.

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