Pancakes - Volume I

My grandma made amazing pancakes.  She made pancakes unlike any I've tasted since I ate her pancakes, probably 30 years ago.  They had a buttermilk bite.  I don't just mean a hint of buttermilk, I mean the sour, get you in the back corners of your tongue bite that made for phenomenal pancakes.  I don't know the secret. My mom doesn't know the secret.  I want to figure it out so I can share it with my little ladies. 

While I didn't succeed in tonight's attempt, I didn't really make too big of an effort to do so.   When my sister gave me the King Arthur Flour Baker's Companion last year I decided I wanted to attempt every recipe in there.  I've tried out several recipes so far with great results and am looking forward to trying more.  (I just need to find somebody to eat it all, but that's beside the point.)  But this is about pancakes.  And the Baker's Companion.  I now make pancakes from scratch...with buttermilk.  And they're amazing.  They're not Grandma amazing, but they're downright tasty.  I used to be a pancake mix kind of girl, but not anymore.  I keep tweaking the recipe every time I make them, being sure to make note of the changes in my cookbook (along with the outcomes), but I still haven't got the bite.   So while this is the first post about pancakes, it inevitably will not be the last.  It's just a good thing everybody around here has grown to like them.