This morning, I woke up, got out of bed, got dressed with the stuff I’d layed out the eve before, and… Well, I woke up. While staying under the covers, so soft and warm, and lovely in every which way, I slowly developed what became a plan. It’s Saturday morning, and my one day off this week, I wanted a really nice breakfast, something extra weekend-y. I decided to make banana pancakes, it filling and delicious. But, I didn’t want to stand by the stove frying them, I also wanted to go for a run. It’s been too long since the last time and I could feel how I just wanted, needed to run that extra energy, stress and anxiety off. So, I tried a twist, oven-banana-pancake.
I mashed three bananas, added in some cottage cheese, and mixed in eggs. Then I added some oat-flour (you can simply take steel-cut oats and put them in a blender until they’re finely ground if you desire), and a little bit of wheat flour, for that extra bind.
The whole mix turned not so delicious looking and more dough-like, so to combat that I splashed in coconut milk, right in line with that banana-tropical feel. I also at this point remembered to put the oven on as well as taking out an oven proof dish.
I put some butter in the dish and let it melt in the oven while I finished up with the batter. I added a bit of baking powder, for that extra lift, and then stood a minute debating whether or not to put in some dessicated coconut like I usually do in the banana pancakes. But, ultimately, I decided not to. I took out the dish, poured in the thick-ish batter, and mixed in some of the melted butter. Instantly, it smelled mouthwateringly delicious. In the oven it went and out I ran.
The weather was just right, and I realized how much I’ve missed running this last few weeks when Life has gotten in the way of mine. That brain-dead quietness, no thoughts except breathe, remember to breathe. Feeling that smile coming on, that smile that isn’t just on your face, but from your soul, from every bit of you.
I eventually found my way home again, having gotten lost as I usually do, and was greeted at the door by the most amazing smell. In I went and out it came. I dug out a slice, added a dash of Greek yoghurt and topped it with the fresh strawberries I had in the fridge. Served it with some french press coffee and wow. Talk about nice breakfast, worthy of a day off.
‘Til next time, make sure you do that one thing that makes you really truly smile.
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