What I really love is a carb-loaded breakfast. No egg-whites & spinach for me, thanks. I'm starting in on the most active part of my day: getting kids off to school, packing lunches, working out, starting laundry, cleaning house. And I need yummy, lasting fuel, and I need to feel full.
Pancakes are my favorite. And variety is my MO (not Missouri, modus operandi): coconut, pumpkin, spice, banana, buttermilk, whole wheat, zucchini, red velvet, lemon poppyseed, cinnamon, and the list goes on.
Whole grain pancakes are what I grew up on. Dad would grind wheat on the back porch and mix up a batch of "Oh Boy Pancakes" or waffles. I recently found a 10 Grain mix in the bulk-bins at my local Smith's. It's got oat, corn, rye, whole wheat, millet, barley, rice, soy, triticale, & flaxseed. Just add your choice of milk, oil, and and egg or two. It is nutty deliciousness. You could also try Kodiak Cakes boxed mix.
As I get older I recognize that my body is behaving differently toward simple carbs. So some mornings I want a pancake but also recognize that I need a flour break. So I looked into protein pancakes, and here are my favorites.
This one is the "Dukan Pancake": 2 eggs, 2 Tbsp oat bran, 1 Tbsp greek yogurt, dash cinnamon, 1/4 tsp vanilla, dash salt, because who wants a flavorless sponge? Mix together and pour onto griddle or frying pan brushed with coconut oil or butter spray. Top with healthy fruit, yogurt, nut butter, and a splash of real maple syrup. This way I get my protein and my pancake too.
The other recipe I like is a "Banana Protein Pancake": 2 eggs, 1 whole banana, vanilla, cinnamon, salt, dash of baking powder. Same process. This one is tough for me because it gets black fast. I think because I use too ripe a banana, and the natural sugars scorch.
Don't forget to fuel your morning. You're more likely to get up and exercise when you feel like you're running on a full tank of high-octane fuel, not sluggish on a bowl of air+sugar.
My last child only has two more school Valentine's Days parties left in her career. Praise be. I don't know if it's because she's the youngest & I'm getting soft, but the older girls are going to have a fit when they see what I got for her to pass out. Valentine's boxes are the bane of my February existence. I can't talk her into a decorated brown bag. I see a monster or a space shuttle on the horizon. Or worse, another pink refrigerator. The things we do for love.
Eat yummy!
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