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wholemeal pancakes with spinach – no nonsense food

wholemeal pancakes with spinach - no nonsense food

There is no story behind pancakes with spinach. I like spinach, I like pancakes, that’s why I have combined the two together. Cheese is nice as well. And that’s basically it. They taste good though, everyone should try them…





Wholemeal pancakes with spinach and cheese


Ingredients for pancakes:

1 glass of wholemeal flour

1/2 glass of soya milk (doesn’t have to be soya if you don’t have it)

2 spoons of olive oil

2 eggs

1/2 glass of water if the batter is too thick

Ingredients for stuffing:


200 grams of cheddar cheese

2 spoons of olive oil

salt and pepper

1. Mix all ingredients for pancakes, if the mixture seems to thick, add some water.

2. Heat the frying pan. It has to be really hot. Then when the pan is hot and your batter smooth and creamy, using the ladle pour some onto the pan, tilt the pan in a circular motion so that the batter coats the surface evenly, leave until it sets, flip it and put it onto a plate on the side.

3. To prepare spinach, heat olive oil in a pan, saute spinach (you need to do it on a low heat, add spinach gradually and cover).

4. Add salt and pepper.

5. When the spinach is done, spread some butter in an ovenproof dish (you can use a separate dish for each person), grate cheese, spread some spinach in the middle of the pancake, on top of the spinach sprinkle cheese, roll the pancake, put it into an ovenproof dish.

6. When your ovenproof dish is full of rolled pancakes, sprinkle more cheese on top of them.

7. Leave them in the hot oven (180C) till cheese melts properly.




About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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