My slippers are dying. The top of one slipper is separating from the base and the soles of both are bottoming out (ha). But winter is almost over and, reluctant to spend money, I thought I might be able to push through until the fall. Hoping to keep it together — literally — I placed an order for Gorilla tape. 

And then it occurred to me: winter slippers might be on sale; now might actually be the better, more frugal, time to buy them. However, a quick L.L.Bean search revealed that no, prices weren’t slashed (yet). So this morning my husband taped them back together.

Only one slipper needed to be fixed but, once taped, it felt so much better — it gripped my foot with renewed vigor and silenced my annoying shuffle-walk — that I had him tape the other one to match. 

Problem is, I’m beginning to detect a little stickiness when walking on the kitchen tile and I HATE the feeling of sticky floors. 

So I’ve come full circle: I still need to buy slippers, and now. I assumed I’d spring for another pair of L.L. Beans, but then I read that some people really liked wool slippers. Now that I have (and love) a pair of wool Merinos, I’m considering the splurge. I especially like that wool slippers look like shoes; I think they’d help me feel a little less lounge-y, a little more put-together. (I’m partial to these.)

I’m getting ready to start researching, but thought I’d check in with you first (and maybe save myself some time): Do you have a favorite pair of slippers to recommend? 

My slipper requirements include:
*Durable soles, so I can wear them inside and outside.
*Warm, but not so much that I overheat.
*Long-lasting: with any luck, I’ll be wearing them daily, for years.
*Lightweight (the ones I currently have are a little too clunky).
*Slip-on, but not clogs, so: closed heel, I guess?
*Fur is okay, but I’d rather not look like I’m wearing small mammals on my feet. 

My toes thank you in advance!

This same time, years previous: launching, vindication, through my lens: a wedding, the quotidian (1.27.14), and then we moved into a barn, thoughts.

Here’s a little secret (that’s not really a secret): if you find yourself with excess dairy — think: buttermilk, whey, cultured cream cheese-that-was-supposed-to-be-butter, kefir, yogurt, clabber — make pancakes. And if you have crazy-nuts piles of ricotta? All the better! (I typed “batter” — touché, fingertips.)

These days I’ve been banging out panny-cakes on the regular, thanks to the heaps of dairy clogging up the fridge. Also, it helps that it’s brr-cold: we’re all moving a little slower in the mornings, and I’m there to make them since I don’t go running when it dips into the low 20s. Farmer Boy pancakes are my kids’ favorite, but I’ve switched to ricotta pancakes because, well, that’s what I’ve got. (Used to be, ricotta was an expensive treat; now it’s a by-product that I have to work to use up.) Plus, ricotta pancakes are fast to make, nutritious, high-protein, and versatile, the pancake version of kitchen-sink veggie soup. 

First time I served ricotta pancakes, my younger daughter got all upset because there were little bits of ricotta speckling the pancakes, oh horrors. (Never mind that the pancakes were light and fluffy and didn’t taste at all like ricotta.) Next time I made pancakes — Farmer Boy this time — and she asked what kind they were, I said I wasn’t going to tell her because she’d just pitch a fit and I was tired of hearing about it: I made pancakes so eat the damn pancakes, end of story. So she took a pancake and grumpily began eating.

“How are they?” I asked.

“They’re not as good as your regular ones,” she said. “Farmer Boy’s better.” 

“Ha! These are Farmer Boy pancakes!” And I danced a happy (to her: irritating) told-you-so jig.

And this, my friends, is why I don’t kowtow to picky eaters. 

(I did, however, make one change in order to make the pancakes less offensive, so I guess I am a leedle bit accommodating: I’ve taken to whirling the ricotta in the blender along with the eggs, milk, and fat prior to combining the wets with the dry. This way, no one has any idea there’s ricotta in the batter but the pancakes still have their signature lofty-lightness. AREN’T I SNEAKY.)

I’ve been making these pancakes so regularly that I taped the recipe to the inside of the spice cupboard. They are endlessly adaptable. For part or all of the flour, sub in some whole grain flours like einkorn, whole wheat, cornmeal, chickpea, barley, or rye. In place of some or all of the milk, use a mix of other dairy such as whey, yogurt, kefir, buttermilk. For the fat, use leftover bacon grease, melted butter, coconut oil, sour cream, olive oil, whatever. Or, you can switch into dessert mode and add lemon zest and juice, plus a splash of vanilla. Sky’s the limit!

One more thing. When you go to mix up the batter, double or quadruple the dry ingredients, weigh the total amount in grams, divide by the number of recipes you made, and portion it out accordingly. Next time you want pancakes, there’s your mix. You’re welcome.

Ricotta Pancakes
Adapted from Cooking Classy.

To watch: Making Ricotta Pancakes on YouTube.

¾ cup ricotta
1 cup milk 
3 eggs
1 tablespoon fat
1½ cup flour
3 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon baking soda

Whirl the wet ingredients in a blender until smooth. In a separate bowl, whisk together the dry ingredients. Add the wet to the dry and stir to combine, taking care not to overmix. Fry on a greased skillet and serve with butter and syrup. A single recipe makes eight large pancakes.

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Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace

The plan.

Wineberries, yogurt, banana, berry jam.

This airfryer thingy is FUN.

Hypothesis: the cracks, in this case, may be due to undercooked curds (boo-hiss).

Moon and stars.

They posted and I couldn’t resist.

Good luck with that, buddy.

Speed, with The Knee Advantage.

This is why I shuffle when I walk.

My kids: Whoa, Granddaddy was handsome. (That smolder!)

Messy and clean: a study in duality.

Team research: on the hunt for new lids for our oddly-sized gallon jars.

Whoop, they did it!

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