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Pumpkin Pancakes, Poetry, Things to be Thankful For

November 23rd, 2010

I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my poems at a poetry slam. I felt like I was flying. I wrote a lot of poems back then. So much poetry, it flowed through my veins. Together with my freshman year roommate, I started a poetry club on campus. We put fliers up in our dorms and eventually brought together –to this day–the strangest selection of people I’ve ever seen gather together in one room after-hours. We had nothing in common but the poetry. I threw myself into words. And then, one day, I stopped.

I didn’t write a poem for four years. I seemed to still accumulate journals. Friends didn’t know I stopped writing poetry, so they continued to gift me with notebooks for unwritten ones. For a while, I stopped writing anything at all.

One day I wondered: what happened? Did I start to feel that my worries were too trivial for poetry? Was love too cliche for me to write poems about? Looking over my poetry, it’s certainly clear that I wasn’t writing when I was particularly happy. I wrote about broken hearts, friendships on the fallout, politics, war, immigration, growing up and moving. It’s hard for me to pinpoint why I stopped writing poetry, but at some point, I started blogging instead. Albeit it was mostly about food, but writing was still my outlet. I’m thankful for those years of poetry–and what they taught me about writing. Poetry was something that I did for myself and aside from that one poetry slam, I shared my poems with only select groups of people. In high school, as a writer for my school’s literary magazine, I wrote for publication, but I shared only a fraction of my most personal poems. Poetry taught me to understand myself, to listen closely to lyrics and words, and to be able to put my feelings in writing–especially for the people that I love.

These days, I bake when I’m sad. And I bake when I’m happy. I don’t force the poetry but lately, it’s been calling to me a little bit. Earlier this year, I was sitting on a plane and I did something I hadn’t done in four years: I wrote a poem. And it was about food. Figures! So what am I thankful for this year, besides my incredible family, the most amazing husband I could ever ask for–my partner in everything in life, and my amazing friends? I’m thankful for what will hopefully be a new era of poetry. So I thought I’d share my little poem–it’s a little rusty, but it is!

old notebooks filled with
ingredient lists
in no particular order
parsley and salmon
cilantro and short-grain rice
my life in torn-out
grocery lists
family dinners
girls nights
romantic celebrations
food is my new poetry

When you and I are done stuffing ourselves this weekend, it’s possible we’ll want to eat salad and yogurt for a little while. But it’s also possible we’ll want to sit down with our families and dig into some pumpkin pancakes before all things pumpkin become passe. I, for one, predict the latter for myself.

I hope that you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving with the people that you love. If you want to do something nice for a few of them, make a batch of these tender, spiced pancakes. Listen to some tunes and be happy!

Pumpkin Pancakes
via Martha Stewart Food

1 1/4 cup of whole wheat flour (or 1 cup of whole wheat and 1/4 cup of oat flour)
2 tablespoons of sugar
2 teaspoons of baking powder
1/2 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon of ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1/8 teaspoon of ground nutmeg
pinch of cloves
1 cup of milk
6 tablespoons of canned pumpkin puree
2 tablespoons of butter, melted
1 egg

1. In a large bowl, whisk together all of the dry ingredients.
2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the pumpkin puree, butter, milk and egg until well-combined.
3. Pour the wet batter into the dry mix and stir with a large spoon until incorporated (but don’t overmix). Add more milk if the batter is too thick.
4. Heat a cast iron skillet over medium-high heat and add some butter to the skillet. Drop 1/4 cup-fuls of batter into the skillet, cooking the pancakes for about 3 minutes per side. Adjust the heat so as not to burn the pancakes. Serve the pancakes warm, with butter and maple syrup.

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  • http://www.dulanotes.com Nicole

    Isn’t it funny how we are different people as happy and well-adjusted adults :) These pancakes look fantastic!

  • http://www.turntablekitchen.com Kasey

    Nicole – totally! I wonder sometimes how we’re even the sam person! Happy Thanksgiving!

  • http://delightfulbitefuls.blogspot.com/ Mary

    Now those are some mighty beautiful pancakes! WOW!!!!

    Great blog! Happy I found you!

    Mary xo
    Delightful Bitefuls

  • http://lindsaymeyer.wordpress.com Lindsay

    Pancakes! That’s an excellent idea. I think I will go make some for myself right now :-)

    Happy Thanksgiving.

  • http://www.turntablekitchen.com Kasey

    Thanks, Mary!
    Lindsay: hope you had a lovely morning (and a happy Thanksgiving!)

  • http://www.achowlife.com redmenace

    Pumpkin pancakes are a terrific idea! I adore them, but I don’t have a good recipe. Thanks for posting this one!

    Poetry lives on!

  • http://www.turntablekitchen.com Kasey

    Robin, it sure does! I hope you enjoy them :)

  • Natalie

    I am so glad i didn’t miss to read this post, your little poem made me feel better about life, I hope to see more of those poem lines from you in future, and also hope they be coming not as the sign of sudden of sadness, just another way of self expression!

  • http://www.turntablekitchen.com Kasey

    I am glad my poem made you feel better about life! Sounds like I need to write more poetry :)

  • Nicole @Eat This Poem

    Kasey we are kindred spirits! I relate with so much of what you said. I think I’ve written two poems in the past year, but I’m in a much better place with poetry than I was before. Of course, now it all revolves around food! So you’re right, food is my new poetry too.