Standing in front of my pantry this morning, feeling a wee hung over, trying to decide what to have for breakfast, I spied the bottle of pomegranate syrup sitting forlornly in the back next to the bag of whole wheat flour. I’d bought the syrup on a whim a year ago in an organic market and it had been sitting unused since then. I spied a good opportunity to use it today. This recipe makes approximately 12 2-3" pancakes that serve as a great remedy after a night out with the boys and too much vodka.
After making mustard yesterday, I needed something to do with it. Pork was an easy choice.
I’ve been trying to make my own condiments lately after reasoning I can spend 69 cents on dry ingredients and get what I would normally pay $3 for. Mustard was one of my first forays into this thinking. Granted the volumes needed to purchase everything came to a few bucks but what actually ended up in the final product was less than a dollar.
I’m so far behind on this project it’s not funny. I’ve been frustrated with the lack of ideas and the lack of motivation to pick up the camera, feeling like a charlatan and a fake and a fraud. I love what I do with the camera though and need to put those doubts away and just be with what I see.
Today I left my house on foot and ended up at the top of Bernal Hill, thinking and remembering why I love my adopted city.