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FOR ONE | BANANA NUTELLA PANCAKES

*Ahem* Disclaimer: I am not addicted to Nutella. Yes, i may use it in all my recipes! And well…yes i do talk about it almost every other day. And i do really really like it. I still believe i am not addicted. So, there!


I love recipes that yield one serving. Living on my own has enlightened me about the fact that there is no shame in asking the price of a single tomato or a few onions. And while all the recipes online come with family sized portions, i love when i can figure out the correct proportions to satisfy my lonesome hungry tummy. 

I was in food heaven when i had tried these pancakes in Thailand. Did i mention I'd eat this every day? And thus, on a bored and sunny day, when i had not much to do but give my cat company, i decided to revisit the good ol' vacation days! 



First attempt: Pancake utter fail. (Note: Never ever try and make pancakes on a burning hot stove. Just don't.)
Second attempt: Hold on till i go devour these! ( Thanks to mother darling!)

 BANANA NUTELLA PANCAKES

You need:
  • 2 tbs flour 
  • 1 egg 
  • pinch of salt 
  • 1tbs melted butter 
  • 1 1/2 tbs milk 
  • Banana 
  • Nutella 

Method:
  • Sieve the flour and add salt. Break the egg into the mixture and add the butter and milk. 
  • Mix well, till it forms a batter like consistency. 
  • Heat a pan and add a few drops of butter onto it. 
  • While on low, making sure the pan isn't too hot, spoon the mixture onto the pan spreading it out with a spatula. Flip once done. Cook both sides well. 
  • Once done, spread a spoonful of nutella on on side of the pancake. Add banana slices on top. 
  • Fold the pancake in half, and then in another half to form a triangle. 
  • Eat while hot!

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  1. Debasish Roy15 April 2014 at 13:42

    It is obvious that you are a film maker at heart

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    1. Mana15 April 2014 at 15:14

      Thank you Debasish! That comment makes me happy. I love film-making but haven't given it a shot yet.

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  2. Bangladeshi all newspapers24 April 2015 at 21:31

    Wow this is really nice site. Beautiful recipes and beautiful image, I like it.

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