It started with an invitation.

I think that all really good stories do.

I asked my husband who was then my boyfriend over for lunch.

We were both home from college for the summer and I wanted to impress him with my culinary skills.  Well….actually….I really didn’t have any culinary skills.  I just had a complete and utter belief in my ability to do anything I set my mind to.

Including cooking.

I told him I would cook him anything he wanted for lunch and he told me that he wanted pancakes.



How about filet mignon and summer squash or braised pork chops with fresh garlic and onion or chicken stuffed with ricotta cheese?


He wanted pancakes.


So that day I searched my mom’s The Joy of Cooking until I found the best-looking pancake recipe I could.

I didn’t know about Bisquick.

Or generic pancake mixes.

All I knew was The Joy of Cooking gave this recipe the stamp of approval…..and that was good enough for me.

First I added the milk and sugar and eggs and baking powder and salt and butter….and oh….

….the flour.




Now you have to understand… this point….my only cooking reference was chocolate chip cookies.

That’s what I made.

That’s what I was known for.

So when I added the ingredients together it just looked….well….it looked so….un-chocolate chip cookie like.  As a matter of fact, it just looked runny.  I panicked.  How was I ever going to form this dough into balls to press into the pan to make pancakes (remember the chocolate chip cookie reference)?

Frantically I read the recipe again.

I must have done something wrong, I thought.

So I added some flour.

And some more flour.

And just a little more for good measure.

Until all of the runniness was gone and my pancake mix was a big ball of dough.


And staring at that big ball of dough…..I was feeling confident.  I was feeling like Julia Child had nothing on me.  And in that overly-confident moment……inspiration really struck.

Why just have plain pancakes……

……when you could have blueberry ones?

Now…..The Joy of Cooking didn’t really mention blueberry pancakes.

But remember that complete and utter belief I had in myself?

See…..that applied to the executive decision to go to the freezer and take out frozen blueberries (ummm……yes……unfortunately I did say they were frozen)  and add them to the dough.

And a funny thing happened.

The frozen blueberries made the dough blue.

Go figure.


Pancakes and Strawberries


And now I was running out of time.  I had spent so much time setting a beautiful tablescape with the most amazing fresh flower arrangement and silver and china and candles.  Oh….and there was the whole adding extra flour and frozen blueberries thing.

That’s when inspirational idea number two struck.

“Why have a bunch of little pancakes when you could just have one really big pancake?”


Truly inspired.

So I took that big blue ball of pancake dough.

And I pressed it quickly into the frying pan.

And when I was waiting for the top to cook.

The bottom burned.

Well…..actually… burned on both sides.

So now my pancake was….big….and blue…..and….ummm…..burned.  And that’s when I got inspirational idea number three.

Add powdered sugar to cover the burned part.

I know….brilliant….right?

Stack of Pancakes


So I styled the pancake on the plate with powdered sugar and a few remaining blueberries that were now thawed and set it on that beautiful table.

Just in time.

Just in time to see my future husband’s eyes light up.

Oh…..the meal that was waiting for him.


So there we sat.

Just the two of us.

I was the one having the cheese sandwich because (as I told him later) there wasn’t enough pancake for me.

And his fork hovered with delight over the powdered sugared blueberry delicacy.  And with great anticipation and gusto he cut into it.

And from the center…..from the center of that very undercooked…..yet oddly overcooked…..blueberry pancake….

….came rivers of blue goo that spilled onto his plate.


He looked at me.

And I looked at him…..about to burst into tears.

And like a man inspired…..he took a deep breath…..grabbed his fork…..and scooped up the blue goo with bits of blueberry and powdered sugar still attached…..

…..and took a big bite.

And chewed.

Chewed with kind of face like a contestant on Survivor when they have to eat a local delicacy to win fresh towels and shampoo.


That kind of face.


And then he finished his bite.

And he smiled.

And told me how delicious it was…..

…..and then asked me for the rest of my cheese sandwich.

And I gave it to him…..along with my heart 🙂

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  1. Image for Beverly Beverly

    I've always heard love is blind. And, now you're telling us love overrides tastebuds, too. Ah, love is indeed blissful and enduring. I'll be happy to make the pancakes when we get together. Love you, KariAnne.

  2. Image for shirley@housepitalitydesigns shirley@housepitalitydesigns

    I can just see you now....after you making those gorgeous pancakes with the strawberries.....waving your arms saying..."oh!...this reminds me of a great story....!" snap a gorgeous picture of those pancakes you so superbly made and begin to blog....all the time, your hubby is smiling... eating those gorgeous pancakes you have so lovingly perfected...all knowing the secret all along was, do not use frozen blueberries...just fresh strawberries for garnish!....Love the story!!....Keep them coming!

  3. Image for Maury @ Life on Mars Maury @ Life on Mars

    SO SWEET!!! I love this story. For our third date, my husband made me dinner at his house and made Chicken Parmesan. i was so impressed. I didn't know that it was the only thing that he'd ever cooked and ever would cook. To this day, if he makes dinner, he makes Chicken Parmesan.

  4. Image for Linda Adams Linda Adams

    Hi Karianne, Very cute and funny story. It reminded me of my first cherry pie. I used can cherries which wouldn't have been so bad if the cherries didn't have pits. To this day I cannot understand why anyone would want canned cherries with pits. LOL Thanks for the laugh. Hugs, Linda

  5. Image for Anne Anne

    Oh KariAnne!!! What an amazing man you have there. How incredibly funny! Thank you for sharing this, I laughed until I had tears running down my face. You funny, darling girl! xox

  6. Image for Kelly @ Eclectically Vintage Kelly @ Eclectically Vintage

    So glad he lived so you could have him take you out to dinner 5 nights a week! Forget Joy of Cooking, buy a box of Bisquick and call it a day! I knew my hubs (who was my boyfriend at the time) was the one when I jokingly gave him one of my dad's 1970's polyester shirts with little houses all over it (this was the 90's) and wide striped tie (my dad never throws anything away!). I wrapped it up beautifully and presented it to him one Christmas. He opened it ... he was speechless ... he said he loved it! When I could control my laughter no longer, I finally told him it was a joke! Whew, he said with relief. And we are living happily ever after (minus all traces of polyester)! (he put the shirt and tie on and we took a picture of the two of us too)! Kelly

  7. Image for Janet Cole Janet Cole

    OMG - I totally remember that! The big blue ball of goo...sweet Denny. When Chris wants pancakes, I tell him that what IHOP is for....:-)

  8. Image for HRH Sarah HRH Sarah

    You crack me up! That unshakeable faith in your abilities is what got you where you are today, so it must be a good thing! And your husband must have seen it way back in the days of giant burned pancakes and Lee press on nails, and thought how lucky he was to have found you!

  9. Image for Ally Ally

    Aw!!! I have a pancake story too - except it involves chicken, rice and peas. My guy ate it as well (the ball I'd formed it all into) and we've been married for 15 happy years. Hilarious story - the way your mind instantly knows a solution to each problem - so familiar. Just how my brain works too.

  10. Image for Debbie Hein Debbie Hein

    Now I know. Now I know that way before the press on nails, you knew he was a keeper. You knew that any guy that would sit there looking at that mound of "pancake" that was most likely a lovely shade of Smurf, that he was a keeper. What a lovely chapter in your love story. I am so glad that you are sharing life stories along with your wonderful "house" stories. It makes me feel as though we could perhaps be sitting out in your sunroom having some ice tea and maybe a plate of your chocolate chip cookies, and sharing one of our "how did you know your husband was the one" stories. Yes, that is what we would be doing, and all the time laughing and remembering back whens. Thanks for sharing. P.S. I am surprised that you didn't decide to add chocolate chips to the ...ummm, mound of pancake. You know, to further show off your culinary skills. Maybe that would have been too over the top. Most likely you were saving that for the next time. t

  11. Image for Doreen Doreen

    Sounds like something I would have done! Wish Mom would have spent more time with me in the kitchen before leaving for college! Such a sweet story! I think blogs are a great way for us to keep these memories alive for our children! Keep sharing! Blessings, Doreen

  12. Image for Angie@Echoes of Laughter Blog Angie@Echoes of Laughter Blog

    That certainly gives new meaning to the saying, "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach." haha. Great story Karianne! Your then boyfriend must have really loved you! Angie xo

  13. Image for Traci Traci

    What a sweet story. I love stories about how couples met and courted and your story just shot to the top of the list. My husband would have done something similarly. Thanks for bringing a smile to my heart. Traci

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    I think you should write a cute little book of "love stories", from life with your husband! So cute and inspiring!! You could sell it as a little ebook, and have it come out just in time for Christmas. It would make such a cute stocking stuffer for anyone to give to the special someone in their own life who has endured similar things for love! Super sweet! <3 xo-Lisa

  15. Image for Anna Anna

    I am SO GLAD you decided to share this story on your blog! I love it and I think it's amazing/adorable. Miss you friend! Anna :)

  16. Image for joanne nixon joanne nixon

    krusteaz or eggo "manufactures" some decent frozen look very uniform and "pretty".... i have a wonderful husband as well....whatever i give him for dinner, whether it is really delicious or something that resembles a manure pile. he always says...."what a wonderful dinner/lunch/breakfast" i believe i have a do you.....

  17. Image for Michelle Michelle

    What a great story. I'm still laughing. It's right up there with the story of you running onto the field and knocking him down in front of all of his Military buddies. Your husband sounds a lot like mine. A keeper for sure. The first meal I made as newlyweds was hamburgers. You think that would be easy peasy. Well mine turned out more like meatloaf size and hard as a hockey puck. My honey put one on a bun with all the fixens and bit right into it like it was some gourmet burger. I remember him chewing and chewing and making yum yum noises. Needless to say I didn't make burgers for a long time. Thanks for sharing. I perfect way to end my day.

  18. Image for Jo-Anne Jo-Anne

    What a bloody funny story, I love pancakes but I am not one to make them from scratch I use a packet that you just add milk to or even sometimes the stuff you just add water and Yes I am not much of a cook but I will not kill you either.................I hope............

  19. Image for Linda @ Itsy Bits And Pieces Linda @ Itsy Bits And Pieces

    This is the cutest story, sweet. My mother made bread as a young bride- the loaf was so hard as to be inedible- and she had to throw it away. Unbeknownst to her, my dad fished it out of the trash...hollowed it out, painted it, and used it for years as an It has become family folklore...

  20. Image for Lynn Lynn

    Such a sweet story! That recipe should be shared with all brides to be. If he passes the blueberry pancake test you've got yourself a winner...

  21. Image for Kathy :) Kathy :)

    Great story I <3'd it......what a sweet man..........and so smart to ask for the cheese sandwich....:) Thanks for sharing..... Kathy :) ps have your pancakes EVOLVED ?????

  22. Image for karen@somewhatquirky karen@somewhatquirky

    Well this certainly sounds like you! And I mean that in a good way. Actually I made banana bread Sunday and got a wild hair to add blueberries and dumped in a bunch. Took the bread out of the oven, turned it out of the pan, let it cool, cut it to serve it and the uncooked (but warm) batter poured out! I wasn't sure how much extra time was needed to cook w/ fruit in it. Guess I didn't add enough. We ate the bread with a spoon. It was delicious.

  23. Image for Gwen Gwen

    Laughed till I cried. And then cried at how sweet of a story this is. And then laughed again. You don't need a catchy headline when you are a master at story-telling, my friend.

  24. Image for Shannon Fox Shannon Fox

    I could picture all this as I was reading... then, I actually teared up. So stop it!! Yep, I guess at that point, you knew he was one of the good ones, and a real keeper :)))

  25. Image for Heather Heather

    Karianne!! You are really rocking your camera these days!! Wow - awesome pics that look like I could just reach out and touch these delish pancakes and berries! Ok, so now I know you are the best writer, the best photographer, the best decorator and would be so easy to be jealous of you girl, but I just luv everything about your style, your blog and your soul!! Keep on, keepin' on girl!! Hugs, Heather (PS...who do you think the Bachelorette is going to pick??? I think the race car driver!)

  26. Image for Nanadoll Nanadoll

    loved this--i could picture the entire thing...and what a man! you snagged a real keeper with that pancake! what great men who knowingly sacrifice their taste buds because of their sensitive hearts :)

  27. Image for anne anne

    I just had my root canal today.Why did I read your blog knowing you would have me in stitches laughing!!! Oh my that is hilarious! I can see why you married him!What a sweet heart <3 xx Anne

  28. Image for tj @ Any given moment tj @ Any given moment

    Somehow I ended up here after clicking around for hemp shower curtains and I have lingered here waaay past my bedtime! So, thank you for your witty, warm way of writing (loved the 4th of july post!), but pardon me for finally breaking away to get a little shut eye :)

  29. Image for Pinky Pinky

    KariAnne, this is one of the sweetest stories I have ever heard! What a GREAT guy you married. This reminds me of our FIRST night in our apt. and me getting ready to cook our first dinner. I preheated the oven and in a few minutes very calmly called to my NEW HUSBAND, "hon, the oven is on fire". It was a new apt. and a new stove and the papers were still in the ove and caught fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But, unlike your hubby, mine as stuck with me:):):) But he is still here, and like you my culinary skills ahve GREATLY improved;:): xO, Piny

  30. Image for Rita May Rita May

    Great story, but now I want the pancakes in your pictures. Will you post that recipe. I'm assuming they are good now!

  31. Image for Lisa Lisa

    Oh Karianne, I have tears in my eyes reading this story, it was so funny and sweet! So, so, so glad you blog and share your stories with the world. Visiting you here always brightens my day!

  32. Image for Lourdes Lourdes

    I'm just reading this for the first time and I'm in tears from laughing so much! He definitely demonstrated what a keeper he was that day! He was already in love! Too cute and too funny! Lee Press on Nails and Blueberry Pancakes will always remind me of you! You have a wonderful sense of humor and you are a fabulous writer!

  33. Image for bluehost bluehost

    Hi, Neat post. There's an issue along with your web site in internet explorer, would test this? IE still is the market leader and a big section of people will leave out your fantastic writing because of this problem.

  34. Image for Amanda W Amanda W

    Once again on a Saturday morning, my husband is looking at me..wondering why I'm laughing so hard. He should know by now....btw, tell the girls hi from Lexi.

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