Banana and oatmeal pancakes

When I was a child, there was nothing I expected more on a Sunday breakfast than a warm homemade pile of pancakes. With syrup, conserve or just butter, it was a bad habit to eat them. After I turned 20 I stopped having them, not because of lack of time or diets, it was just that the excitement over pancakes was over, and now they only featured in my breakfast every blue moon.

Now with my kids, I find sweet breakfast more appealing, but as I've grown older I find it harder to sit and have a meal made of flour and sugar... so, searching in the vast universe of information available on the net, I found a recipe that I believe is nutritious and fits perfectly my 3B guideline (from the words in Spanish "bueno"= good, "bonito"= nice, "barato"= cheap). I made them and thought about sharing the results with you. Happy pancake's Sudays!

Ingredients (makes 8 pieces)

3 ripe bananas
2 eggs
1 1/2 cups of oatmeal
1 cup of milk
1 pinch of cinnamon
1 tsp of vanilla extract
1 tsp of baking powder
20 gms of melted butter (optional)

Procedure

1. Mash the bananas until you get a smooth mix. Add the butter.
2. Add the eggs, baking powder and oatmeal. Mix them and add milk little by little.
3  Add cinnamon and vanilla.
4. Pop a large previously greased pan over a medium heat, pour a spoonful of the batter and swirl so that the pancake is not too thick. When you see bubbles forming on the surface, it's time to flip it over. Cook for one more minute and ready!

Enjoy.

Bedtime

It's time for my kids to go to bed. Every night we read a story or two and we sing "Beautiful Boy" by Lennon. Reading bedtime stories has been one of the best decisions Mariana and I have made. Iñaki would tell us stories from a very young age, and as soon as he started talking he would tell us by heart the story of  "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle, one of our favourites. Until a few months ago, Iker did not make it awake to the end of the story, he usually succumbed to the arms of Morpheus. Now he's started to tell stories half in English, half in Spanish. Our boys sing along "Beautiful Boy" in some parts of the song, it melts my heart to hear their sweet little voices...

A few nights ago, Mariana read them a story and I sang the song, as they were laying with their eyes half closed and yawning, inspired and loving I approached Iñaki to kiss him on his forehead and say "nighty night my love, I love you" and he replied: "You have bad breath, you need to brush your teeth" (Sound of scratching a vinyl LP) ... Obviously I had a big laugh and checked my breath; it just smelled like coffee ... bitter coffee ... very bitter.