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This post has sat for almost a year….tucked away in the pages of this blog.


Almost forgotten.

Then the other day I was working on a project and I found it again.

And even though I know the story by heart.

Even though this story was not my finest hour.

Even though I have told this story at least 5,000 times to anyone who would listen…..

…..when I found it…..I read it to myself one more time.

And laughed until tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I hope you enjoy. ¬†ūüôā

Stack of Pancakes

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…..only 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¬†had given this recipe the stamp of approval…..and that was good enough for me.

I followed the recipe to a tee.

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.


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…..I knew I could do anything…..a complete and utter belief in my cooking abilities.

A belief that extended to the executive decision to go to the freezer and take out frozen blueberries and add them to the dough.


Frozen blueberries.

And then a funny thing happened.

The frozen blueberries made the dough blue.

Go figure.

Pancakes and Strawberries

And now I realized……I had spent so much time setting a beautiful table with the most amazing fresh flower arrangement and silver and china and candles…..I was running out of time. ¬†Oh….and there was all that adding extra flour and whole 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….umm…..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 simply wasn’t enough pancake for me.

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

And from the center…..from the center of that very under cooked…..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 ūüôā

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  1. Image for baileywife baileywife

    No wonder he is still around! (You and I have a lot in common in the kitchen!) Now I want blueberry pancakes for breakfast.....or a cheese sandwich;)

  2. Image for Sherry Sherry

    Awwww... you got a good one. The first meal I cooked for my hubby was barbeque chicken- in the microwave. I had no idea what I was doing. Great story.

  3. Image for Debbie Hein Debbie Hein

    This is one of my favorite stories about your hubby...and you...and pancakes. It does sound a little familiar. lol. But I love it for sure. I kept waiting to hear that you lost one of your press on nails in the mix! Thanks again for sharing, you know your love stories are my favorites.

  4. Image for Donnamae Donnamae

    Giggles galore!! What a great love two were meant to be! I did have a hard time reading about blueberry pancakes, and have beautiful strawberries staring me in the face...just saying! ;)

  5. Image for Gloria Gloria

    Great story! My boyfriend (now husband) came over to my parents for dinner. My mother assigned me only one job; warm up the canned corn in the microwave. I'm not sure what happened but I cooked that corn so long it almost turned to popcorn. Of course everyone knew I burned the corn but my boyfriend still ate a hefty portion. My brother teased me that he must be in love because that was the worse corn ever!

  6. Image for Susan Susan

    My hubby was drooling over a photo of pancakes that was on my Bon Appetit magazine...I don't dare show him your post or I'll be making pancakes tonight! XOXO

  7. Image for Cheryl in Wisconsin Cheryl in Wisconsin

    I adore this story. Absolutely adore it. And I love your description of your attitude..."a complete and utter belief in my ability to do anything I set my mind to". I have been like that all my life but haven't been able to properly articulate it. Ya nailed it. (My first attempt at pancakes yielded one enormous pancake, no blue goo, but one side was about 3 inches thick and the other side came to a tidy point. Would have made a effective doorstop.)

  8. Image for Regina Regina

    Oh KariAnne . . . I love you! :) You've just inspired my next inkspirational messages blog post - this round is on "sisters," and mine figures mightily into MY favorite food-gone-wrong story!

  9. Image for Kim L. Kim L.

    If only you had known me then. I had one of those electric popcorn poppers in my dorm room. I used to make my future husband grilled cheese on the bottom part. I am sure that it would have made perfect pancakes too!

  10. Image for Patty/BC Patty/BC

    Sigh, I love the blueberry pancake story : ) I cooked a meal for my fist love when I was 17 for his birthday. It was chicken parmigan. Never cooked it before.... My best friend was Italian and she wrote out the recipe and steps for me. What a hoot! I think it took me 4 hrs to make, pounding the chicken flat between wax paper (its all we had in my mom's kitchen), all the spices, the flour, unreal. I think the kitchen had every surface covered with something! I even set a card table up in the basement and ironed a tablecloth and set it all pretty with candles. Ah, young love. Now we're lucky if I can swing dinner onto the table before 7!

  11. Image for Cynthia @ A Button Tufted Life... Cynthia @ A Button Tufted Life...

    Sigh... you really know how to tell a good yarn... especially when you are talking about your fabu husband! How wonderful! I think you should start a website just for love stories... the kind like this one that make us all grateful for the treasured relationship we have or if we have not been as blessed yet...hopeful for one around the next corner. Keep sharing, we will keep sighing...

  12. Image for Jessica@DesignersSweetSpot Jessica@DesignersSweetSpot

    Every woman should be so lucky to have a man with an iron stomach in her life! Love is even thicker than blueberry pancakes. Our first home cooked meal together was spaghetti. I made it so spicy our eyes watered while we ate. So romantic, eh? LOL!

  13. Image for Pinky Pinky

    This is such a great story and you found a GREAT guy, but you know that don't you? My first attempts at cooking were pretty disastrous too, my hubby actually taught me alot. His Mom was a good cook, mine was awful!!!!!!!! LOL! XO, Pinky

  14. Image for Jennifer @ Celebrating Everyday Life Jennifer @ Celebrating Everyday Life

    Oh. my. goodness! Thank you for this delightfully, hysterical story which has me practically rolling on the floor! I can see it all in my mind!! Have I told you I love you today? Seriously! Your stories continue to DELIGHT and inspire me!! That is the best EVER!!! What a big brave man to take a bite of that {ahem} creation!! Big, BIG hugs to you both!!! ~ Jennifer

  15. Image for martha martha

    You are a great story teller.....with lots of great stories. My husband still tells the story about how I cooked my first fish without realizing it needed to be cleaned...yuk....I had a lot to learn. Is there a way I can sign up to have your posts sent to my e-mail ? I hate to miss any.

  16. Image for shirley@housepitalitydesigns shirley@housepitalitydesigns

    Loved reading this story of my favorites Kari!!....Love and pancakes go hand in hand!

  17. Image for Gwen Gwen

    This is the best post--again!!! I laughed sooo hard! The sharp contrast from the gorgeous photos to the picture in my head! at least you predazzled him with that gorgeous tablesetting And then I look at the ads below... Did you plan this? In BIG BLUE LETTERS is an ad for Make the perfect pancake. Oh it just changed. It was from or something like that. She promises round, fluffy, light pancakes to perfection I howled some more. You had to have been in on this ad choice!!! Too perfect with your post!!!

  18. Image for bj bj

    awww, Kari...that's the silliest story and yet so sweet, it made me laugh out loud and then my eyes teared up. You should send this story in to Readers Digest....:))

  19. Image for Diane | An Extraordinary Day Diane | An Extraordinary Day

    I know you have probably heard this from hundreds of thousands of adoring fans....but 'just me' has to tell you... You are the best storyteller!!!! And what makes your stories so great? They are 'your' stories. You have beautifully lived and blessed and...well... made blue dough cakes....all from love. Thanks for being a bright spot in my night. Now really....I absolutely MUST hit the hay! G'nite Rock Star!

    1. Image for Diane | An Extraordinary Day Diane | An Extraordinary Day

      After I tapped in the above remarks, I read your post to my husband. He got a huge kick out of it. He would finish some of the sentences as I read them, and once he said, when did you make me pancakes when we were going together? I said, I'm reading KariAnne's post. He said he thought I was reading him one of my posts. Haha! Any way...we had lots of laughs together. Thanks!! :D

  20. Image for Sharon B. Sharon B.

    Funny and so sweet. I made lemon meringue pie for my husband to be. The recipe said to boil the lemon mixture for 3 minutes. So that's what I did. It didn't say to boil until the mixture thickens. I also used an aluminum pot, which turned the lemon mixture a greyish green. I poured the very runny mixture into the pie shell and thought it must thicken as it cools. Needless to say, when I cut the pie, this greyish green stuff just oozed out. My hubby said he needed a straw to eat it. But he married me anyway. I bet just about every wife has a funny story about something she has cooked for her husband. It's good to hear we're not alone!

  21. Image for Patty O Patty O

    This is why I love reading your posts! You are so genuine, sharing your successes and funny're a REAL person and laugh at yourself, inviting us to laugh with you! Yes, you are definitely my favorite read in the morning!

  22. Image for Shawn Presley Shawn Presley

    That is so stinkin funny! I can just see you guys...hahahha!! This absolutley sounds like a cooking nightmare that I have lived over and over again...I'm still not a great cook but I'm better than I used to be..thank goodness:)) Love your stories...keep em comin!

  23. Image for Jana Jana

    Aww, love this story. Your future hubby was a real trooper with the blueberry runny goodness that he was served. I've had similar things happen, sure makes for good stories later. Thank goodness our cooking abilities improve with age.

  24. Image for Deena Deena

    That is a great story and what a man. I can see why you married him. My husband would have done the same thing. We have been married 29 years and I pulled a stunt the other day with imagine this (pancakes). What is it with pancakes!!!

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