Chocolate Graham Pancakes

It’s Hit or Miss Wednesday!  Last week I made this HGTV Copcat Candy Wrapper Lampshade.  This past Saturday I made Chocolate Graham Pancakes from the August 18 edition of Woman’s World magazine.  The mag was inserted in a lovely gift basket I received for my birthday.

Right smack dab in the middle of the magazine was a two page spread of S’more recipes from the S’mores Cookbook by Susan Whetzel.  And my eyes quickly settled on the Chocolate Graham Pancakes.  I immediately knew that I would be trying the pancakes for Hit or Miss Wednesday.

Chocolate Pancakes

Half of the flour is replaced by finely crushed graham cracker crumbs.  Anytime a recipe calls for finely crushing graham crackers, I skip the crushing crackers step and just buy a box of graham cracker crumbs.  It’s just easier.

Cocoa powder is another addition to the pancakes and the piece de resistance is the simple marshmallow syrup.  These pancakes could also be served as a scrumptious dessert!

Chocolate Pancakes

I scoured the web for the recipe, but couldn’t find it, so I’m sharing it here.

Chocolate Graham Pancakes
Cuisine: Breakfast, Brunch, Dessert
Serves: 6
  • ¾ cup all-purpose flour
  • ¾ cup finely crushed graham crackers
  • ¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 Tbs. packed brown sugar
  • 1 Tbs. granulated sugar
  • 2 tsp. baking powder
  • ¼ tsp. salt
  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup buttermilk
  • ¼ cup butter, melted
  • Simple Marshmallow Syrup
  • 1-1/2 cups Marshmallow Cream
  • 1 Tbs. boiling water
  • ¼ tsp. vanilla extract
  1. In a large bowl, whisk together flour, graham cracker crumbs, cocoa, brown sugar, granulated sugar, baking powder and salt.
  2. In separate bowl, whisk egg. Stir in buttermilk; whisk in butter.
  3. Pour wet ingredients over dry ingredients and stir until smooth. Batter will be thick.
  4. Coat griddle or skillet with cooking spray. Heat griddle to med-high. Spoon about ¼ cup batter, 3' apart, onto hot griddle and cook until bubbles start to appear and pop, about 2 minutes.
  5. Flip and cook until edges began to look less wet and shiny.
  6. Serve hot with Simple Marshmallow Syrup.
  7. Simple Marshmallow Syrup
  8. In bowl, whisk together marshmallow cream, boiling water and vanilla until smooth. Makes about ⅔ cups.

What I did differently:  The batter was beyond thick so I added an additional 1/4 cup of buttermilk.  The syrup was also a little thick for my taste, so I added another tablespoon or two of boiling water.

Was it a hit?

My husband said it was pancake heaven!  I didn’t think I was going to like the marshmallow syrup, but I was very pleasantly surprised at how good it was.

My daughter said it tasted like dessert for breakfast and reminded her of eating cake, fall and unicorns, all rolled up in one!  She said the pancakes were the best she’s ever eaten and that the Marshmallow Cream Syrup was off the chain!

If you like pancakes, here’s my sweet potato pancakes I created after eating them at Cafe Intermezzo in midtown Atlanta.

What’s your favorite pancakes?



Fall Pinning Party – Sneak Peek

I just wanted to remind y’all of our upcoming Fall Pinning Party on August 22nd and 23rd.  Just go to this Pinterest Board and follow the directions in the header to join the party!

Eight bloggers and I have joined together to host the Fall Pinning Party and I’ve already seen some cool, crafty and creative pins!  Here’s a sneak peek!

Check out this beautiful porch all decked out for fall from Denise Designed!

fall pinning party

This harvest pallet sign from Denise . . . On a Whim just screams fall, doesn’t it?


This paper wreath from old hymnals from The Flying C makes me want to rush out and find an old hymnal and get my crafting on.  I’m in love!


Show and Tell You shows us how to make amazing pumpkins out of chicken wire!

pumpkin from chicken wire

Fall would not be complete without a little pumpkin, would it?  This pumpkin spice cake from A Healthy Life For Me is calling my name!

Pumpkin-Spice-CakeThis is just a small sample of the pins that you’ll find at the Football, Fall & Back to School, Y’all Pinning Party!  And we do hope you will add your fall related pins, too!  Just follow the directions in the first paragraph to receive your invitation to the party!

And that’s not all:  Take a look over at my sidebar and click on the  Autumn Inspiration  link to receive your free e-book!  Cori, over at The Flying C was so gracious to put this e-book together featuring fall inspiration from all 8 co-hosts of the Fall Pinning Party.  And it’s all yours, for free, with absolutely no strings attached!

And don’t forget to enter the giveaway!  It’s not too late!

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The Pedicure from Hell

I’ve been getting my toes done on a regular basis for years and I’ve always enjoyed the few minutes of pampering and my great taste in nail polish.

Until last week when I received the pedicure from hell.

Pedicure from Hell

Pedicure from Hell

A few days ago, I had just finished exercising when I noticed that sneakers/exercise takes it’s toll on my pedi!  As I headed for the shower I “told” my daughter that she and I was going for a little foot love and I would be ready ASAP.

Mistake Number 1:  We were walk-ins and I should have ran/not walked out of that place when I saw Grumpy Cat creeping toward me with a scowl on her face!  My daughter got the nice guy that had just moved here from California.  His English was better than mine.

Grumpy Cat had the meanest expression on her face!  I don’t know if it was hate at first sight when she glanced my way.  I don’t know if she was mad because she was very pregnant.  Don’t know if she had been throwing up and didn’t feel well.  Don’t know if she had just lost her best friend.  I just don’t know.

Grumpy Cat - The Pedi From Hell

She never spoke to me.  She never acknowledged that I was there.  She grunted (I think), grabbed my foot and preceded to torture me!

First of all, she trimmed my toe nails to the quick!  I’ve never had that amount of flesh poking out from around my  toenails since I was a new born!

Then she went cuticle happy and trimmed like there was no tomorrow!  I said, very nicely, as I pulled my foot back, “That hurts.”  She didn’t care.  She was grumpy cat!

When she grabbed the cheese grater and tore into my not-THAT-rough heels as if I was arch enemy #1,  I literally screamed and yanked my foot away.  She yanked back and for a long moment there, we played tug-of-war with my foot!

Blood was streaming down my heel and I had tears in my eyes as I said in a raised-to-a-level-that-would-break-glass voice, “You are hurting me!”

By then my daughter was fed up and she bellowed at Grumpy Cat, “You are too rough.  You are hurting her!”

Did she care?  Did she stop the torture?  No she did not!

By then, other clients were sneaking a peek in our direction.  And if you know me at all, you know that I don’t like to cause a scene.  But this pedicure from hell had taken a turn for the worse.  I don’t do blood!

Obviously, Grumpy Cat didn’t give a hoot that she was torturing me.  I mean, really, are pedicures supposed to hurt like, well, you know?  I think not.  They never have before.

I was planning on getting a manicure after the “relaxing, soothing pedicure,” but I was so upset I canceled the mani.  I mean, would Grumpy Cat cut off the ends of a couple of my fingers just for the fun of it or maybe water board me?

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more punishment, she grabs a bottle of something akin to pure alcohol and splashed it on the hole in my heel.  I went airborne!  I felt like I was in the movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon as I hung suspended in mid air!

She finally slapped a band-aid on my heel, gave me one more grumpy cat look and she was done.  She quickly painted my toenails and I limped over to the dryer.

By this point in time, I was livid.  I was in pain.  I was hungry and I was so over it all.

It was the first time in my life that I didn’t leave a tip.  Grumpy Cat did not get extra for causing me pain.  And she must have missed the memo that I’m not into S & M!

The expression on her face never changed.  She never apologized and she will never get the chance to torture me again.  Period.

My daughter kept saying, “Talk to the manager.”  Well, the manager was with a client and I didn’t want to bring the entire salon into my situation.  Looking back, maybe I should have.

Once I escaped from the torture chamber a/k/a nail salon, it was lunch time, so I fell headlong into a bowl of chips and salsa at our favorite Mexican restaurant and I washed it all down with . . . . water with lime!  Gotcha!

When I got home I was still in pain.  Later, when I related the sordid details to my husband, he said, “If you don’t call the manager, I will.”  At that point I had to tell him (laughingly, I think)  that he was not my dad and was not going to call the manager.  I mean, I would look like a wuss and a tattletale!

So I manned (womaned?) up,  picked up the phone and promptly called the salon.  The manager said she was sorry, but didn’t appear overly concerned.  Oh, well, they’ve lost a customer and a normally great tipper!  But they don’t care!

What would you have done?