Ingredients: (serves 1-2)
- 1/2 cup non-dairy milk (I used SILK coconut)
- 1/2 cup flour (I used 1/4 whole wheat, 1/4 all purpose)*
- 1.5 teaspoons baking powder
- scant ¼ cup dark chocolate cocoa powder (or regular)*
- pinch of salt
- 1 Tablespoon sugar (or other sweetener)
- 1 Tablespoon oil (I used canola)
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla
- 1.5 cups unsweetened coconut flake
- 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 2-3 Tablespoons coconut milk (or other non-dairy milk)*
- 2-3 Tablespoons powdered sugar (optional)
- FROSTING – Using a food processer, mix the coconut flakes until they form coconut butter. Scrape down the sides as necessary. It may not come to a full paste but it should be near creamy. (Start your pancake batter while it’s mixing)
- Once creamy, add vanilla and powdered sugar and mix again.
- While the mixture is processing, add in splashes of coconut milk until it resembles a creamy frosting that retains a little thickness.
- BATTER – Heat a skillet over medium-low heat.
- Mix milk, oil and vanilla in a small bowl and set aside.
- Whisk the flour, baking powder, cocoa powder, sugar and salt in a separate bowl until combined.
- Add the liquid to the dry and mix with a wooden spoon until just combined. Add a touch more milk if it’s too thick.
- Drop small scoops of batter onto the lightly greased skillet. When bubbles start to peak through the surface and you see a bit of light browning/crisping up on the underside, flip the pancakes over carefully, about 2-3 minutes.
- Repeat on the other side, remove from the pan.
- Top pancakes with as much frosting as desired. I found a small spoonful between each later was plenty.
A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
“I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on and endless road to worth and my memories of them were the only thing that sustained me and my only real happy times…
I was a singer, not a very popular one; I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but a poor and unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over, and over again. Sparkling and broken, but I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is…
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in taking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be where ever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying, because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did. On the open road. We had nothing to loose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be all the way from the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers and when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride. Who are you? Be in touch with all your darkest fantasies. Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I am fucking crazy, but I am free.”
- Lana Del Rey