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Princess Pancakes

Greek yogurt pancakes.

As someone who spends as much time as possible on Harbour Island, I feel a kinship with others who love it there and return frequently.  Kinship isn't the right word; that implies some sort of equal status, which I am very well aware I don't share with the Harbour Island people I follow on Instagram: India Hicks,  Annika Von Holdt, Alessandra Branca, Amanda Brooks, and Marie-Chantal of Greece.

Aside from the fact that I am pretty much the only one of these women with any measurable body fat, let's not even get into the gulf between our economic statuses.  (Then again, being the poorest person to regularly holiday on HI, and now to have a house on Eleuthera, is not one of the world's saddest tales, I know).

Take Marie-Chantal, or MC, as her friends (and someone who prefers to type only 2 letters) call her. One of three daughters of  duty-free magnate Robert Miller, she married into the deposed Greek royal family in the 90s, and is now Marie-Chantal of Greece.

(With all due respect, I am not what you'd call a monarchist; as long as the ordinary citizens of Greece aren't paying for it, though, I'm fine with it.)

We're getting to the pancakes soon, I swear.

MC has a fashion line for children, and an accompanying blog.  Amazingly, this blog has become a really great resource for both high-end style and healthy recipes.  Which brings us to the pancakes.

The recipe on marie-chantal blog calls for buckwheat flour, which I thought I had, but I didn't.  I found a bag of brownish stuff from the Bulk Barn that I was pretty sure was barley flour (I am terrible at labelling bulk purchases.  It was going to be either barley flour or gravy mix left over from Christmas 1994). I used it, with a tablespoon of oat flour thrown in for good measure.

I used Oikos plain Greek yogurt. The only other ingredients are eggs and some baking soda.  That's it! Four ingredients, no sugar, no waiting.  I was intrigued, and starving.

They were shockingly good.  The nuttiness of the barley flour (thank god not gravy mix!) actually made me want less syrup than I usually use.  I topped them with some butter, but I truly believe a dollop of Greek yogurt and some berries, with a minimal amount of syrup would have satisfied even a sugar maniac like me.

UPDATE:  I have made them several times with buckwheat flour, and they are even better!

Whether you're a monarchist, an anarchist, a fan of Harbour Island, or someone who hates sun and sand (is that a thing?), I promise you will love these pancakes.  Merci, MC!




Batter was thick, as advertised.

They were ridiculously easy and delicious.

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