I noticed on a popular social networking site this morning that my friend Zose in Sydney was making pikelets. It seemed a rather good idea, so Una and I googled up a recipe (well, I did the actual googling, she was there mostly in a moral support capacity) and found this easy one on Taste. I reproduce below for those of you with click-fatigue (long live a no click internet).
1 cup (150g) self-raising flour
1 tbs caster sugar
3/4 cup (185ml) milk
Melted butter, to brush, plus extra knobs to serve
Sift flour and sugar together into a bowl with a pinch of salt.
Whisk milk and egg together, then add to dry ingredients, whisking until smooth.
Heat a non-stick frypan over medium heat and brush with a little melted butter. Drop level tablespoonfuls of the mixture into the pan and cook for half a minute or until bubbles appear on the surface.
Turn over and cook other side for 1 minute until golden.
Allow to cool and serve with butter.
I'm not usually one for value-adding (my children would starve to death if they didn't eat fruit and veggies in their unadulterated form because I often forget to buy the other sort of snacks and I don't usually bake), but I noticed in the comments that someone had put a grated apple in her pikelet and served them with cinnamon sugar which sounded like it would make up for the fact that we had only just enough butter to cook them with and no extra knobs.
As you will notice, the recipe only requires one tablespoon of sugar. We've all been loving Michelle Shocked's album Got No Strings, and in particular her version of Spoonful of Sugar in this house, so now the song is going around in my head.I have warm pikelets ready to take to the kinder with me, for Fred to eat in the car on the way home.
In breaking news, the car battery is flat (I drove home through thick fog, halfway home the fog cleared and I forgot the lights were on) and Fred is stranded at kinder and I am officially a neglectful mother. As luck would have it today is the day there's an extended session in the afternoon at the kinder, so Freddie won't be sitting all alone on a swing trailing her toe in the dust waiting for me. She might not even notice. This is the second time in a week I've had to call the RACV, last Thursday I locked my keys in the car. No, I'm not pregnant. Just pathologically vague and proving to myself why I am not responsible enough to drive a vehicle. This is why I never got my license before. I'm just not very good at keeping my stuff nice.