Thanksgiving, pandemic edition. No Bellevue this year ╬ôçö Karen and David are in the high-risk category and we all agreed, reluctantly, that love sometimes looks like staying away. So it was James and me in the Capitol Hill condo, cooking too much food for two people, which is how you know it's a real Thanksgiving. Turkey breast (not a whole bird, because we're not insane), Karen's green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce from a can because some things are sacred, and my kimchi on the table like it belongs there, because it does.
I FaceTimed Kevin while I ate mashed potatoes, as promised. He was in his Portland apartment with a plate of Thai takeout and a cup of Bridge City coffee ╬ôçö his own roast, which he drinks black and talks about the way other people talk about wine. He looked good. Healthy and present and laughing at me because I had mashed potato on my chin. We talked for forty minutes about nothing important ╬ôçö his roasting schedule, my Korean class, whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie (it is, and Kevin is wrong). Lisa was in the background, reading, and she waved at me. I like Lisa. I like that Kevin has someone who reads in the same room while he talks to his sister. That's a particular kind of peace.
David and Karen had Thanksgiving catered ╬ôçö a local restaurant doing pandemic holiday meals. I called them after dinner and Karen said the turkey was "fine," which is the most devastating review Karen Park has ever given a piece of food. David said the stuffing was good. Karen said, "The stuffing was fine, David." I laughed so hard James came to check on me. I miss them. The missing is physical ╬ôçö a pressure behind my sternum, a weight in my hands that want to be carrying a casserole dish through their front door.
Thursday night, after the dishes, I made hotteok ╬ôçö the sweet Korean pancakes, brown sugar and cinnamon filling oozing from crispy dough. Not traditional Thanksgiving dessert. Not traditional anything. But James and I stood at the stove passing the spatula back and forth, the kitchen warm and oil-splattered, and I thought about what Dr. Yoon asked ╬ôçö what am I grateful for that has nothing to do with being adopted? This. This man. This kitchen. The sound of batter hitting a hot pan. The sweetness that comes from heat and patience and showing up, night after night, to the same small stove and making something from whatever you have. I am grateful for the making. The making is mine.
The hotteok I made that night — pressing brown sugar and cinnamon into rounds of dough at our oil-splattered stove — reminded me that sweetness doesn’t require a special occasion or a full table. It just requires showing up and applying heat. This Apples ’n’ Cream Pancake carries that same spirit: warm, simple, a little caramelized at the edges, and best shared with whoever is standing next to you at the stove. If you only have two people and a small kitchen this Thanksgiving, or any night that asks something of you, this is the recipe.
Apples ’n’ Cream Pancake
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 3 large eggs
- 3/4 cup whole milk
- 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 tablespoon granulated sugar
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided
- 2 medium apples (such as Honeycrisp or Fuji), peeled, cored, and thinly sliced
- 2 tablespoons light brown sugar, packed
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
- 1 tablespoon powdered sugar, plus more for dusting
Instructions
- Make the batter. In a medium bowl, whisk together the eggs, milk, flour, granulated sugar, vanilla, and salt until smooth with no lumps. Set aside to rest for 10 minutes while you prepare the apples.
- Cook the apples. Melt 2 tablespoons of butter in a 10-inch oven-safe skillet over medium heat. Add the apple slices, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 6–8 minutes until the apples are tender and lightly caramelized. Spread them into an even layer.
- Add the batter. Preheat your oven to 425°F. Add the remaining 1 tablespoon of butter to the skillet and let it melt over the apples. Pour the rested batter evenly over the apple mixture. Let it sit on the stovetop, undisturbed, for 1 minute.
- Bake. Transfer the skillet to the preheated oven and bake for 14–16 minutes, until the pancake is puffed, golden at the edges, and set in the center. It will deflate slightly as it cools — that’s normal and part of its charm.
- Whip the cream. While the pancake bakes, beat the heavy cream and powdered sugar with a hand mixer or whisk until soft peaks form.
- Serve. Remove the skillet from the oven. Dust the pancake with powdered sugar, slice into wedges directly from the pan, and serve warm with generous dollops of whipped cream.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 8g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 35g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 195mg