High-Protein, Low-Carb "Pancakes"

High-Protein, Low-Carb "Pancakes"

Wife: People who see me eat lunch probably think I'm so weird.

Husband, pointing to himself: You mean like this guy?

That was us yesterday discussing my recent brown-bag specials, which have consisted of turkey and cheese roll-ups and chicken salad made with Greek yogurt. I don't eat a lot of carbs - doctor's orders.

So even though the husband wasn't home this morning when I was eating breakfast, I could picture him in his usual spot across the table from me, saying the exact same thing he said to me yesterday afternoon:

Whatever makes you happy, honey.

Well, some might consider this a strange breakfast, but these "pancakes" made me verrrry happy this morning.

High-Protein, Low-Carb Pancakes

Inspired by This Guy

1/2 cup liquid egg whites

1 scoop 100% whey protein powder (I used vanilla)

a dash of apple pie spice

cooking spray

spray butter

Combine the egg whites, protein powder and spice in a shaker and shake for two minutes. The mixture will thicken and begin to look like batter.

Heat a griddle over medium heat and spray with cooking spray. Pour the "batter" onto the griddle. Cover and cook for 1 1/2 to 2 minutes or until small bubbles begin to form. Flip. Cook on the other side.

Continue making "pancakes" until all of the batter is gone. Top with butter spray or your favorite syrup or fruit. Next time, I might even use a little Greek yogurt and see how that tastes.

Enjoy!

Serves 1

207 calories, 2.5 g fat, 5.7 g carbs, 0 g fiber, 38 g protein

Steak With Creamy Mushroom Sauce

Our refrigerator is in one of those rare states in which it is full. There are more items in there than I'm afraid I even know. This means one of two things is going to happen: I'm going to be very good about searching through the fridge and putting our ingredients to use, or I'm going to find green hard-boiled eggs, a moldy container of sour cream and a shriveled up lemon in about a week - or two.

Don't judge. If you tell me you've never found those treasures in your icebox, I won't believe you.

So in an attempt to avoid finding slimy mushrooms stuffed in the back next to an open can of diced tomatoes from who knows when, I decided to make a creamy mushroom and onion sauce to go with tonight's dinner.

The husband grilled away outside in an evening drizzle, and I stood at the stove stirring and stirring. Oh, and I washed spinach, too.

Time for a Coffeecake Break

Momma's Jam-Swirl Coffeecake

My grandfather was a carpenter. The smell of sawdust still makes me think of him and my grandparents' garage - and taking Saturday-morning rides in his blazer to the dump. Oh, how excited my cousins and I would get when Pa would give us our very own bags of garbage to throw into the big hole in the ground at the dump.


What's that nonsense have to do with food - or coffeecake, for that matter? Carpenters stop for coffee break. At least, Pa always had midmorning snack, and my father-in-law's a good one for coffee break. (Yes, he's a carpenter, too.)


And today I'm guest rambling over at The Country Cook's fabulous blog. So if you're interested in a good ol' coffeecake recipe from my momma, my Pa's fourth daughter, head over to The Country Cook's corner of the Internet and show her space some love. And then go hug a carpenter, or your grandpa or any hard-working man in your life who loves coffeecake.

I Can Make Peanut Butter Cookies. I Can.

The husband always wins when we play rummy. I try to beat him, but I can't. I can shuffle the cards, though, and do that fancy bridge move, so that's what I do.

I can't hold my breath under water. I always have to plug my nose. If I don't, it isn't pretty.

I've always loved curly hair, but I have no idea how to use a curling iron. No matter what I do, I always end up with a curl and then a crimp on the end. I stick with the straightener.

When I grow up, I'd like to be one of those football mommas who can whistle really loud with two fingers in her mouth. But I've tried; I just don't know how to do it. I guess I'll have to get a bullhorn or something.

What else can't I do?

I can't make blondies.