Fluffy petzi pancakes with strawberry jam, teenage thunderstorm and luck on the fist
KAWUMMMMMMMMM! The room door slams so loud into the castle that the neighbors on the third floor probably also have quite a lot of it. Then a loud clanking and my son roars angrily something incomprehensible. I'm standing at the kitchen window. I look in the garden. I breathe. We're in puberty.
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In the beginning, I was terribly frightened each time, when suddenly these blatant mood swings appeared out of the blue. Right now you're sitting together and talking fluffy about something - and the next moment hell is going on. That often made me sad or very angry. But over time you develop strategies. After all, as an educational corrector, you can not freak out a few times a day, or resort to coping red wine, ne. Now I try not to take it personally anymore. Even if she sometimes feels very darned personally. But my puberty has thunderstorms in my head. And that's at least as exhausting for him as it is for us as parents.
Thunderstorms in the head, roller coaster rides and breathing
Fortunately, people nowadays know that the Do not simply mutate your own children into full-length overnight, but that "only" their brains are rewired. Among other things, the synapses responsible for affect control, social behaviors, and empathy are disrupted for shorter or longer. In addition, a few hefty pinches of hormones ... and you have a teenager who can no longer correctly interpret the signals of his environment and thus phased into total uncertainty, sadness or aggression. But 10 minutes later his old children's books suddenly came out, which he now wants to read with Mom right away. Emotional roller coaster ride pure!
So now I breathe again best possible my little edifying emotions away and just leave him alone, until he has caught himself and the Pershings are back in the silos. I'm a rock, a moss, a babbling brook ... oooomm.
After a few minutes, I hear heavy footsteps in the hallway and inwardly prepare myself for the next escalation. "Mom," it growls behind me, "are you making me Petzi pancakes with strawberry jam? I could use that now really good. "His voice slips at least two octaves. My heart is melting.
Flashback, Mama Bear and Fat Pancakes
We've got Petzi books to him earlier Quite often read to bed. Petzi, the little brown bear with the red dungarees, travels the boat Mary with his friends Seebär, Pelle and Pingo through the world and experiences adventures. And always, when Petzi and his friends come home to Mama Bear at the end of the day, there is a huge pile of thick pancakes. I loved the books very much, as a girl myself. And my son also loved the adventure with Petzi. But most of all, he was always fascinated by the big pile of Mama Bear pancakes.And now he's asking for it!
"Sure, I'll make you Petzi pancakes," I say to the 1 meter 70's guy standing in my favorite black hoodie with John Wick print in my kitchen , The hood pulled as far as possible in the forehead and buried his hands deep in the pockets. And then I fix some eggs, flour and milk together and throw the pan on the stove. Son is telling me about his latest kills, Epic Siegen and Lud in the tough, hip video game.
So, whether! And good luck.
"But not too little marmalade!" The child orders sternly as I push the first finished pancake onto a plate. I vow the full booming. He gives me the jam jar. "As if! Luck. Geiler name! "I roll my eyes - to this ominous as if I have become accustomed in the meantime. That is probably an exclamation of astonishment in Jugendsprech. Or just a comment to somehow almost everything - who knows that already. But we do not say the G-word here. For reasons.
The child is smiling. "A really 'good' name, LUCK, 'he smugly improves. "Is that stuff good too?" He knows my habit of keeping a sharp eye on the ingredients of food, that's right. And not to buy things (to his chagrin) when scrap is in it. "Everything's great," I confirm. "70% strawberries, sugar and lemon juice." He dips his finger in the glass and I do for a change, as if I had not seen that. You do not have to fight every battle. "Wow, yum!" I jam thick jam on the pancake. Better something sweet than neon-colored sweets with unspeakable additives and dyes that cause attention disorders. A Mama Bear can not get out of his skin that easily.
"Well, you dear Maid, then give me some good luck on the fist," says the child in the Hamburger Slang, fiddling with the rolled pancake , gives me the Gettofaust, wobbles boldly with the eyebrows and moves in a good mood in the direction of the living room. "Love you," he pushes over his shoulder. Baff I stay in the kitchen. My baby really develops humor. And charm. And anyway.
"Mom. MAMAAA?!? "It sounds from the end of the corridor. What? Oh, right. "Love you too!" The child nods contentedly and disappears in the living room. "Take care that the jam does not drip on the carpet," I call after him. "MAMAAAA, you are totally annoying !!! I'm not four anymore. "Nah. That's right. And the carpet is already totally rocked anyway ...
Have it tasty, have a nice time and make each other happy pancakes! ღ
PS: Any resemblance to real people would be random.
PPS: LUCKY jams without additives are available in many different delicious varieties in well-stocked supermarkets.
PPPS .: Below you will also find the recipe for printing.
The recipe for fluffy Petzi pancakes with strawberry jam
5 eggs, egg white and egg yolk separated
1 pinch of salt
0,5 liter milk, 1,5% fat
250 g flour
1 pinch of ground vanilla and approx. 50 grams of butter for baking
1 glass of good strawberry jam.
Then stir in the milk. Add the flour together with the ground vanilla to the egg-milk mixture and mix in briefly until everything has just joined. Let the dough swell for 15 minutes.
Heat a pan about 20 cm in diameter on a medium scale. 1 small teaspoon butter melt in the pan and distribute well (for example with a silicone brush). Add about 1.5 scoops of dough to the pan and pan to distribute the dough. Bake until the bottom of the pancake is nicely browned. Turn over and bake from the other side.
Place the finished pancake on a plate, spread it with a generous spoonful of strawberry jam and roll it up. Serve warm or cold.
The pancakes are kept out of the refrigerator for several days and are great for breakfast or coffee in the afternoon (but actually always round the clock).
If you omit the ground vanilla, you can also neutral neutral pancakes very hearty eg fill with ham and cheese or chili con carne.
- 5 eggs, egg white and egg yolk separated
- 1 pinch of salt
- 0,5 liter milk, 1,5% fat
- 250 g flour
- 1 pinch of ground vanilla
- approx. 50 grams of butter for baking
- 1 glass of good strawberry jam. e.g. Lucky marmalade
And that's how it worksBeat the protein with a pinch of salt in a mixing bowl.
Add the egg yolks. Then stir in the milk. Add the flour together with the ground vanilla to the egg-milk mixture and mix in briefly until everything has just joined. Let the dough swell for 15 minutes.
Heat a pan about 20 cm in diameter on a medium scale. 1 small teaspoon butter melt in the pan and distribute well (for example with a silicone brush).Bake until the bottom of the pancake is nicely browned. Turn over and bake from the other side.
Place the finished pancake on a plate, spread it with a generous spoonful of strawberry jam and roll it up. Serve hot or cold.
The pancakes are covered several days outside the fridge and great for breakfast or afternoon coffee (actually but always around the clock.). If you omit the ground vanilla, you can the neutral pancakes also great hearty for example fill with ham and cheese or chili con carne.