Each Thursday, Emily Vikre (a.k.a fiveandspice) will be sharing a new way to love breakfast -- because breakfast isn't just the most important meal of the day. It's also the most awesome.
Today: You no longer need to perfectly flip your pancakes. Just tear them to shreds instead.
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I grew up eating Norwegian pancakes, not American pancakes -- these are large and thin, a bit like eggy crêpes. For many years, I tore all of mine to bits in the process of trying to flip them in the pan. I devised this absurd three-spatula system to get enough control to flip a pancake, but it would still usually fall to pieces. Time and practice eventually worked their magic, and I can now flip a Norwegian pancake without any brouhaha. But my pulse still speeds up, just a bit, with each flip.
Imagine my surprise and joy and cries of Hey, that’s not fair! when I discovered Kaiserschmarrn, an Austrian pancake that you are actually supposed to shred to bits. Kaiserschmarrn are sweet, fluffy pancakes, traditionally stuffed with rum-soaked raisins. Not only is it okay to break one as you flip it, but you can then go to town on it with a fork and purposefully pull it into bite-sized chunks. It looks like a mess, but it tastes delicious, and you can smother the mess with powdered sugar, or compote, or whipped cream -- or, if you really know what you’re doing, all of the above -- so who cares what it looks like?
There are a number of stories about the origins of Kaiserschmarrn, but I secretly think it must have been a cook for the Kaiser (emperor) who screwed up flipping a batch of pancakes and decided to cover his behind by saying that’s what it was supposed to be like. I applaud him. And having tried Kaiserschmarrn, I agree: Bite-sized pieces are highly satisfying.
Our rhubarb plants are currently threatening to take over the entire backyard (and I just might let them), which has driven me to put rhubarb in everything. This includes Kaiserschmarrn, where swathing caramelized pieces of rhubarb in the batter leads to tart, warm pockets of jam that dot the sturdy pancake. It’s a delightful warm-weather alternative to the traditional rum raisins.
I like to say I'm a lazy iron chef (I just cook with what I have around), renegade nutritionist, food policy wonk, and inveterate butter and cream enthusiast! My husband and I own a craft distillery in Northern Minnesota called Vikre Distillery (www.vikredistillery.com), where I claimed the title, "arbiter of taste." I also have a doctorate in food policy, for which I studied the changes in diet and health of new immigrants after they come to the United States. I myself am a Norwegian-American dual citizen. So I have a lot of Scandinavian pride, which especially shines through in my cooking on special holidays. Beyond loving all facets of food, I'm a Renaissance woman (translation: bad at focusing), dabbling in a variety of artistic and scientific endeavors.