I went off-menu again today*. I couldn’t help it. I had some bananas getting overripe, and I kept smelling them all day. Yesterday a friend was talking about banana waffles, and I just. couldn’t. help. it. I’ll probably make the stuffed shells over the weekend while my kids are at their dad’s, eat one or two, and freeze the rest for one day next week.

Banana Pancakes

3 tablespoons butter
2 eggs
1 1/4 cups milk
1 1/2 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/2 tablespoons sugar
3 ripe bananas

Melt the butter in a microwave-safe dish in the microwave (I use a pyrex measuring cup). Whisk together the eggs and milk in a big bowl until completely mixed (all one color, with no strands of egg).

In another bowl, mix the rest of the ingredients together. Add the (now slightly cooled) butter to the milk and eggs, and then add the dry ingredients and whisk together. You don’t want to stir it too much, or you’ll end up with rubbery pancakes. Just get the big lumps out – little lumps are okay. Let the batter sit for 10-15 minutes. Near the end of that sitting time, start heating up a big, flat frying pan on medium on the stove, or use an electric skillet to 350°.

Peel and slice the bananas about 1/4″ thick and gently fold them into the batter.

Spray the pan with nonstick spray (I like the butter flavor), and use a ladle to drop batter onto the skillet. You’ll thank yourself at turning time if you make a bunch of smaller pancakes instead of a few big ones. Watch the pancake – when the bubbles at the edges start leaving little holes when they pop, it’s time to turn the pancake. Cook until golden on the bottom side, too, and then put them on a plate tented with foil until they are all done.

Serve with butter and real maple syrup.

Makes about 16 4-5″ pancakes. (Try as I might, I cannot seem to make cute little silver dollar pancakes. I blame it on the bananas.)

This is a great recipe to get the kids to help with. They can measure, mix, slice bananas (with a butter knife), and help watch the bubbles if your kitchen is set up in such a way that there’s a safe place for them to sit while watching the stove.

*We went off-menu yesterday, too. Seems my boys don’t like Hamburger Helper, and my teen doesn’t like cooking it. Looks like I’ll be taking the box of Hamburger Helper to the food bank.