Rose Hip Tea Pancakes

Rose Hip Pancakes

A few years ago I started writing on notecards and hanging them over my bed. This all started when I inherited a dorm room in college that was littered with messages left behind from whoever lived there before me. I can still remember my old bed with one window that looked out across the Charles River and the other into Elie Wiesel’s office. I used to watch him get out of his car on cold winter mornings and walk up the winding staircase to his office. The first notecard, “Own nothing, give everything.”

I don’t have any notecards over my bed right now, but I can still see them in my head. At my last apartment, I posted notecards around my mirror, Your task is not to seek for love, but merely seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” – Rumi – 

I think there is some sort of cosmic energy following me around that I don’t understand. At my new apartment, the old inhabitants left behind a meditating yogi sticker in the window & a glass buddha statue that makes colorful little rainbows on the wall when the light hits it just right. I can’t make sense of all these tiny synchronicities.

At work, the only sticky notes I have are excel keyboard shortcuts so I can move quickly through rows & columns. I can hear myself, don’t take your hands off the keyboard, move quicker, write faster. This morning, it’s Thursday and I woke up with big dreams about recipes & writing & travel. I’m trying to bring my head down from the clouds today so I can focus on the day-to-day, the mundane. Organize your keywords. Analyze the data. Think clearly. Sit up straight. Listen.

On my bike ride home, I race as fast as possible under the bridge just to feel the wind on my face. Sometimes, I’m the most reckless cyclist & I don’t care who knows it. After all the sitting & politicking all I want is the open road, weaving between cars testing my strength. Some days,  I go for a run & I have no clue when I’m going to come back. I show up 10 miles later on the doorstep soaked in sweat feeling alive.

Today, I need that old notecard more than ever. I need a hundred notecards from all my favorite people. I need to listen to my heart a little more, beating even when I’m not awake enough to listen.

– Rose Hip Tea Pancakes –

Rose Hip Pancakes

1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
3 1/2 tsp baking powder
2 tbs raw sugar
1 tsp sea salt

1 cup almond milk or cashew milk
2 tsp apple cider vinegar
1/2 cup rose hip tea
3 tbs sunflower oil
1/2 tsp vanilla extract

Mix together whole wheat flour, baking powder, raw sugar and sea salt in a large mixing bowl. Use a spoon or the backend of your measuring cup to create a well in the center of the mixture.

Mix together almond milk, apple cider vinegar and sunflower oil. Add in rose hip tea & vanilla extract. Pour the wet ingredients into the well you made in the dry ingredients. Use a fork to slowly mix together the wet and dry ingredients.

Heat a pan with sunflower oil. Once the pan is heated, add 3 generous tbs of pancakes and move the spoon in a circular motion to make the perfect pancake shape. Heat for 3-4 minutes, or until the bottom has turned golden brown.