Hey baby...What's your sign?
Good evening loved ones. If I take a really deep breath, I can imagine the smell of the autumn air surrounding you. I can almost feel the excitement/anxiety of the next few months leading up to the elections. I do wish I could join you in this excitement for change. But perhaps I would just get frustrated at the very real the possibility of electing another Bush/Cheney-like duo. I would surely be standing on a corner with a sign with my little girls, and have a bumper sticker on my car. But alas, an Obama bumper sticker here might be a bit silly.
The seasonal change here in Australia feels normal for the first time. I actually know what to expect and needn’t ask anyone, how cold is it in September? It’s the first whole year I have spent here, without going to the States for a month or two or three. This evening nightfall came and we did not shut the windows, the warm breeze is still creeping in the house. The frogs are all out to sing tonight. The bats are back. I didn’t realize they were a seasonal visitor, but I am learning that they only come if there are figs on our huge native fig tree. I miss going out each night to collect firewood, but now I make more night visits to the compost and hear the loud flapping of wings over head. Jacinta is excited to leave behind her footy pajamas, wear dresses with no pants beneath and eat spring and summer fruits. Genevieve will be thrilled to play with water outside once again. She is luckily learning to wear her hat, just in time for the dangerously hot sun to return in full force.
The hot sun shined its lovely face on us last Sunday, Aussie Fathers Day. It was the first time I have put sun block on the girls since last autumn. We went for a morning paddle on the river. This time Jacinta sat up front, Genevieve and I shared the middle bench and Matt did all the work from the back. Jacinta rowed quite well, but the relaxed little girl she is, she often suggested that we just float. We followed flocks of birds down the river, lovely entertainment for us all. We made it a little farther than our last outing, which was our goal. Snacks helped. Genevieve is no longer enamored with her life jacket, to say the least. Following our canoe ride, we spent some time in the garden and sandbox, bagging more fruit for protection from pests. We then prepared for a Fathers Day bbq. Keith’s son was meant to surprise him, but arrived much later than expected. After all the lead up, when he finally arrived Mary was about to serve lunch to a few very hungry fathers and children. She cut herself with a knife, instead of the avocado. So Mary and I, the two mothers left the men and children with a lot of lovely food ready to eat and rushed off to the emergency room. Although we were hungry and Mary was in a lot of pain, we made it in and out in an hour with no stitches. We actually had a nice time chatting and laughing while we waited on the inexplicably slow Macksville hospital staff. At one point, a nurse paced back and forth in front of our door chatting on her cell phone, “Yeah…it’s pretty slow…not real busy….no…not many people in here.” We had been waiting for a band-aid for over twenty minutes at that point. Eventually we got the bandage and made it home to eat.
The girls bought Matt a coffee mug covered in sheep for Fathers Day. They wanted to buy him a sheep, as this is something we know he wants…someday. Jacinta understands now, “We will buy a sheep when our fruit trees are so big the sheep can’t gobble them up.” Every morning since, Jacinta asks Matt first thing, “Daddy, would you like a cup of coffee?” Since she can’t make it herself, she lovingly puts his mug out on the table and tells me that Daddy would like some coffee.
Babies need their mommies. Dads often feel like they can’t satisfy their babies. Understandable, they don’t have breast milk or that mommy aroma. Matt tried all he could, but just knew it could only get better as the girls grew up. Now that Matt is out of the house most of the day, the girls just can’t get enough. Jacinta’s only motivation to set the table for breakfast or dinner is to make sure that “Daddy is sitting next to me.” Matt had a day off on Monday and took the girls to the nearest zoo. Koala Park is 90 minutes away, a bit far for me but Matt doesn’t mind driving and wanted to spend the day out with the girls (leaving me to garden). They had a lovely time seeing Aussie animals, reptiles and monkeys??? They fed kangaroos, pet them, and just spent time in their midst. Today Matt was outside building the chicken pen and the girls would not leave him alone. They were meant to be planting with me, but they must have needed some daddy energy. Eventually I had to pull Genevieve away so Matt could continue his work. Good thing I did, he has just about finished the chook pen!
I was perusing the astrological birthday calendar on our wall today and had a good laugh at what was written about my character as a Leo. “There is nothing difficult or complicated about the Leo. He (She) is King, the boss, the leader. He knows he is better at organizing everyone else’s life than they are; they only have to accept it and all will be well.” This could be why they run from me at times In the past I didn’t take much notice of people’s astrological signs. But as I age, I am starting to see wisdom in the signs, certainly in helping me to understand and accept people as they are. Jacinta is a Gemini, an air sign, and seems to fit almost everything that is said about Geminis. Matt and Genevieve have water signs. I am a fire sign, so we are only missing the earth sign to give us balance in our young little family. I was pondering my family. Mom, Dad and I are all fiery Leos, how could we all have been in charge? My dad and I seem to fit the bill quite well, the good and the bad traits. Mom possesses only the positive traits of a Leo, somehow escaping the negative bits. My sister is a different fire sign. Perhaps we all believed we were in charge, this is how we have gotten along for so long. If you think of it, send us your birthday so we can put you on the calendar and celebrate you
A Gemini (May 22-June 22) is said to be adaptable, versatile and a good communicator, all true for Jacinta, on most days. Friday the plan was to visit her friend. We stopped in town for a few hours en route and eventually made it to Adelle’s house, who was not there. Instead we went to play at our favorite park. Upon arrival, Evie was sleeping so Jacinta went by herself to climb on the play structure. She saw me pull out my sewing and came back to watch and help. After a while she was cutting the grass with my scissors. She is a good observer, a silent one. A few minutes later she was standing on tip toe, clipping amazingly long pine needles off of a coastal pine tree. She snipped nature for almost an hour. We were at the park for almost two hours before she remembered where she was and that there was a play structure. The adaptability goes along with her musical ability. Matt and I are amazed by her songs, how she can fit words into a melody she already knows and make verse after verse fit into the same melody. In the car the other day she went on and on, ironically starting the song with this verse, “This is the end of my song because I don’t have any more to say…” She dug deep and found a few more verses to sing.
One negative Gemini trait is being inconsistent, easily changeable. Jacinta is very easily lead which is why we can give her a rule and know she will follow it. I can give her a jar of cookies, tell her she can have one and walk away. She will only have one and will not be tempted to sneak anymore. She loves rules and understanding their reasons. When we went camping a few months ago, I wanted to try a few different places. “Why can’t we stay here the whole time Mommy?” I explained my reasons and she took them in for process. This week she said, “Mommy, when I am ten, can we drive in the car and just stop wherever looks nice and camp? We’ll stay more than one night if we like it a lot and look somewhere else if we like it just a little bit.” One sad thing I see in the negative traits is “inability to control nervous energy.” She has always complained of a bellyache before preschool, all but perhaps three weeks. Her anxiety is starting to come out more, always in the form of a belly ache. In the past few weeks, both at home and at pre-school, she has broken down in tears after being in a large group of children for too long, complaining of a bellyache. I don’t mean to overanalyze my little girl. I am not worried, anxiety is not my thing. It just find it all of the sudden interesting to look at the similarities between humans born at a certain point in the year.
Some days Genevieve and Jacinta are feisty all day long, very snippy and snotty, other days they start the day peacefully. Jacinta is very possessive at the moment and screams if Genevieve comes near anything she is doing. Genevieve has learned to react similarly to her big sister, holding onto things with all her might and taking on “NO!” as her favorite expression. Certain activities are better than others for sharing: tea parties and popcorn parties on the floor are good for bringing them back to peacefulness. Playing with dolls and doing arts and crafts are terrible. If I am fully involved there is no problem, it is in the down time that it all falls apart. But hey, they have to figure it out. The teacher in me is too strong at times and I forget that they WILL figure it out given the chance. After all the fighting, Genevieve fell asleep on my back. I lay her down on my bed to sleep and asked Jacinta to cover her with a blanket. I left her alone to do it, and came back to peek a few minutes later. What loving care and gentleness she used to protect her little sister from the cold air, making sure every little bit of Genevieve was covered. I will try to remember this sweet moment next time I bother breaking up a fight.
Although there are a lot of sisterly battles, they both try to be polite. Even Genevieve in her cute baby voice now says, “Excuse Me,” “Please,” “Thank you,” and “No Thank you.” Genevieve loves the little blessing we sometimes do before meals and reminds us to do it now. “Bessing?” We sing it once. She then starts to sing, “Merci…” which is the Thank you song to Mother Earth. It is one we sing in French class, but now thanks to Genevieve has become the second song we sing at the table.
She reminds us to do a lot of things. The other day I was making pancakes with the girls and forgot to add the oil. Evie said, “Oil?” Thank you! She also remembered the cinnamon. What a helper. (Pancakes are such a versatile food, honestly you can use any ingredients you want and call them pancakes. I’ll put a recipe in at the end for those interested.) Genevieve also suggested a bike ride on Jacinta’s preschool day. I psyched myself up to ride uphill. It was a beautiful day and all the neighbors’ animals were grazing near the road. Beautiful horses, cows and birds all made us smile. We did spot “Trouble Head Garden Eater” (the neighbors’ bull) who had escaped once again into another neighbor’s yard. Later we helped Keith guide the bull back home that day. The next day the bull proved to us the true meaning of the expression, “stubborn as a bull.”
The cows, mostly the bull, do create a lot of extra work for us all. It’s strange though because we just love them. The neighbors have gone away for three months, and left their daughter to check up on the place every few days. They depend on Keith’s kindness to fix anything up that is left undone. Other than entertainment, their cows give us great fertilizer. Keith took Jacinta and Genevieve out on the mower the other day. He towed them behind in a little trailer to a big paddock full of dried out manure. It’s hard to believe Evie actually sat down that long, perhaps the gas fumes calmed her down. They picked up a few sacks of manure and then tipped them into the compost. Cow manure is a super nitrogen fixer to boost your plants but it must be dried out or it will burn them.
They have “Plant Fairs” every spring and autumn around here. I try to avoid them because I know I will buy too much and create more work for myself. But I couldn’t resist. Saturday I took Jacinta to Bellingen with me for the afternoon. Wide-eyed we explored the stalls at the plant fair. “Which flowers do you want to look at Mommy?” We took turns picking flowers to gaze upon. Eventually we found a few native plants I thought we needed and bought an ice cream to share. The plan was to find a nice shady spot to sit and eat but I came across a Local Food Network stall and got stuck chatting. To my amazement, after five minutes I looked down at Jacinta. The ice cream was dripping all over her hand. I told her she could eat it but she said, “No mommy, I want to find a nice shady spot to sit and eat with you.” That we did. After the plant fair we found a playground across a footbridge and played in the shade. Then it was time to go sing at the wedding. Not to mention how fun it was to sing African songs with such a fun group of singers, it was great to be a fly on the wall at this hippy/yuppie wedding outside on the grass near the chicken pen. Jacinta watched everyone carefully, especially anyone under four feet tall, and held my hand when we sang. Matt had asked her to take pictures, so I gave her the camera in hopes that she’d capture the diversity of the group, the drums, the Togolese men all dressed up in their traditional boubous. She took about fifteen pictures of my head. How sweet, she is four and loves her mommy so why would she bother taking pictures of anyone else?
While I enjoyed a day alone with my big girl, Matt enjoyed a day alone with his little girl. They played in the sandbox for over an hour, so long she actually napped quite happily following. Later on, he took her out on the dam in the kayak and then on a leisurely walk to town. Matt loves his kayak, loves the silence, freedom and chance to exercise out on the water. Today he worked from 8am until 5pm on the chicken coop and nearly finished it. He built this great “trap door” that opens up and turns into a ramp for the chickens to get down into the enclosed yard. It is made out of old sheets of metal on a wooden frame that Keith and I built. He turned our wooden frame into a chicken safe, child-safe chook pen which we may put to use soon. To celebrate his work, he went kayaking in the rain. He seems to have more energy lately. It could be that he’s trying to join us in our goal to increase our energy through better food and limit his chocolate addiction. Surely, he had a lot of unused physical energy pent up from working on his book. I think he used a lot of it today.
I can’t imagine what I’ll do with my pent up physical energy as the girls grow more independent. I’ll probably miss being needed so much, but I may grow a few more veggies. The lovely attachment is no doubt better than a few zucchinis, but luckily I have a lot of passions to act on once they don’t want me around as much. The bats are flapping their wings telling me to go to bed and stop pondering. I shall join my family in sweet dreams. Good night.
Shana
Versatile Pancakes (good if you are trying to diversify your grains)
1 or 2 eggs
1 banana
¾ - 1 cup milk (any kind (cow, goat, soy, rice, oat)
2 Tbsp oil
Blend wet ingredients first
1 cup flour
(combine any number of grains:ground nuts, wheat, cornmeal, rye flour, rice flour, etc)
1 tsp Baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
½ tsp salt
Mix wet and dry ingredients. If it is not thin enough for you, add more milk.
Fry in a little bit of butter. If you make them small, you can use them as snacks.
The seasonal change here in Australia feels normal for the first time. I actually know what to expect and needn’t ask anyone, how cold is it in September? It’s the first whole year I have spent here, without going to the States for a month or two or three. This evening nightfall came and we did not shut the windows, the warm breeze is still creeping in the house. The frogs are all out to sing tonight. The bats are back. I didn’t realize they were a seasonal visitor, but I am learning that they only come if there are figs on our huge native fig tree. I miss going out each night to collect firewood, but now I make more night visits to the compost and hear the loud flapping of wings over head. Jacinta is excited to leave behind her footy pajamas, wear dresses with no pants beneath and eat spring and summer fruits. Genevieve will be thrilled to play with water outside once again. She is luckily learning to wear her hat, just in time for the dangerously hot sun to return in full force.
The hot sun shined its lovely face on us last Sunday, Aussie Fathers Day. It was the first time I have put sun block on the girls since last autumn. We went for a morning paddle on the river. This time Jacinta sat up front, Genevieve and I shared the middle bench and Matt did all the work from the back. Jacinta rowed quite well, but the relaxed little girl she is, she often suggested that we just float. We followed flocks of birds down the river, lovely entertainment for us all. We made it a little farther than our last outing, which was our goal. Snacks helped. Genevieve is no longer enamored with her life jacket, to say the least. Following our canoe ride, we spent some time in the garden and sandbox, bagging more fruit for protection from pests. We then prepared for a Fathers Day bbq. Keith’s son was meant to surprise him, but arrived much later than expected. After all the lead up, when he finally arrived Mary was about to serve lunch to a few very hungry fathers and children. She cut herself with a knife, instead of the avocado. So Mary and I, the two mothers left the men and children with a lot of lovely food ready to eat and rushed off to the emergency room. Although we were hungry and Mary was in a lot of pain, we made it in and out in an hour with no stitches. We actually had a nice time chatting and laughing while we waited on the inexplicably slow Macksville hospital staff. At one point, a nurse paced back and forth in front of our door chatting on her cell phone, “Yeah…it’s pretty slow…not real busy….no…not many people in here.” We had been waiting for a band-aid for over twenty minutes at that point. Eventually we got the bandage and made it home to eat.
The girls bought Matt a coffee mug covered in sheep for Fathers Day. They wanted to buy him a sheep, as this is something we know he wants…someday. Jacinta understands now, “We will buy a sheep when our fruit trees are so big the sheep can’t gobble them up.” Every morning since, Jacinta asks Matt first thing, “Daddy, would you like a cup of coffee?” Since she can’t make it herself, she lovingly puts his mug out on the table and tells me that Daddy would like some coffee.
Babies need their mommies. Dads often feel like they can’t satisfy their babies. Understandable, they don’t have breast milk or that mommy aroma. Matt tried all he could, but just knew it could only get better as the girls grew up. Now that Matt is out of the house most of the day, the girls just can’t get enough. Jacinta’s only motivation to set the table for breakfast or dinner is to make sure that “Daddy is sitting next to me.” Matt had a day off on Monday and took the girls to the nearest zoo. Koala Park is 90 minutes away, a bit far for me but Matt doesn’t mind driving and wanted to spend the day out with the girls (leaving me to garden). They had a lovely time seeing Aussie animals, reptiles and monkeys??? They fed kangaroos, pet them, and just spent time in their midst. Today Matt was outside building the chicken pen and the girls would not leave him alone. They were meant to be planting with me, but they must have needed some daddy energy. Eventually I had to pull Genevieve away so Matt could continue his work. Good thing I did, he has just about finished the chook pen!
I was perusing the astrological birthday calendar on our wall today and had a good laugh at what was written about my character as a Leo. “There is nothing difficult or complicated about the Leo. He (She) is King, the boss, the leader. He knows he is better at organizing everyone else’s life than they are; they only have to accept it and all will be well.” This could be why they run from me at times In the past I didn’t take much notice of people’s astrological signs. But as I age, I am starting to see wisdom in the signs, certainly in helping me to understand and accept people as they are. Jacinta is a Gemini, an air sign, and seems to fit almost everything that is said about Geminis. Matt and Genevieve have water signs. I am a fire sign, so we are only missing the earth sign to give us balance in our young little family. I was pondering my family. Mom, Dad and I are all fiery Leos, how could we all have been in charge? My dad and I seem to fit the bill quite well, the good and the bad traits. Mom possesses only the positive traits of a Leo, somehow escaping the negative bits. My sister is a different fire sign. Perhaps we all believed we were in charge, this is how we have gotten along for so long. If you think of it, send us your birthday so we can put you on the calendar and celebrate you
A Gemini (May 22-June 22) is said to be adaptable, versatile and a good communicator, all true for Jacinta, on most days. Friday the plan was to visit her friend. We stopped in town for a few hours en route and eventually made it to Adelle’s house, who was not there. Instead we went to play at our favorite park. Upon arrival, Evie was sleeping so Jacinta went by herself to climb on the play structure. She saw me pull out my sewing and came back to watch and help. After a while she was cutting the grass with my scissors. She is a good observer, a silent one. A few minutes later she was standing on tip toe, clipping amazingly long pine needles off of a coastal pine tree. She snipped nature for almost an hour. We were at the park for almost two hours before she remembered where she was and that there was a play structure. The adaptability goes along with her musical ability. Matt and I are amazed by her songs, how she can fit words into a melody she already knows and make verse after verse fit into the same melody. In the car the other day she went on and on, ironically starting the song with this verse, “This is the end of my song because I don’t have any more to say…” She dug deep and found a few more verses to sing.
One negative Gemini trait is being inconsistent, easily changeable. Jacinta is very easily lead which is why we can give her a rule and know she will follow it. I can give her a jar of cookies, tell her she can have one and walk away. She will only have one and will not be tempted to sneak anymore. She loves rules and understanding their reasons. When we went camping a few months ago, I wanted to try a few different places. “Why can’t we stay here the whole time Mommy?” I explained my reasons and she took them in for process. This week she said, “Mommy, when I am ten, can we drive in the car and just stop wherever looks nice and camp? We’ll stay more than one night if we like it a lot and look somewhere else if we like it just a little bit.” One sad thing I see in the negative traits is “inability to control nervous energy.” She has always complained of a bellyache before preschool, all but perhaps three weeks. Her anxiety is starting to come out more, always in the form of a belly ache. In the past few weeks, both at home and at pre-school, she has broken down in tears after being in a large group of children for too long, complaining of a bellyache. I don’t mean to overanalyze my little girl. I am not worried, anxiety is not my thing. It just find it all of the sudden interesting to look at the similarities between humans born at a certain point in the year.
Some days Genevieve and Jacinta are feisty all day long, very snippy and snotty, other days they start the day peacefully. Jacinta is very possessive at the moment and screams if Genevieve comes near anything she is doing. Genevieve has learned to react similarly to her big sister, holding onto things with all her might and taking on “NO!” as her favorite expression. Certain activities are better than others for sharing: tea parties and popcorn parties on the floor are good for bringing them back to peacefulness. Playing with dolls and doing arts and crafts are terrible. If I am fully involved there is no problem, it is in the down time that it all falls apart. But hey, they have to figure it out. The teacher in me is too strong at times and I forget that they WILL figure it out given the chance. After all the fighting, Genevieve fell asleep on my back. I lay her down on my bed to sleep and asked Jacinta to cover her with a blanket. I left her alone to do it, and came back to peek a few minutes later. What loving care and gentleness she used to protect her little sister from the cold air, making sure every little bit of Genevieve was covered. I will try to remember this sweet moment next time I bother breaking up a fight.
Although there are a lot of sisterly battles, they both try to be polite. Even Genevieve in her cute baby voice now says, “Excuse Me,” “Please,” “Thank you,” and “No Thank you.” Genevieve loves the little blessing we sometimes do before meals and reminds us to do it now. “Bessing?” We sing it once. She then starts to sing, “Merci…” which is the Thank you song to Mother Earth. It is one we sing in French class, but now thanks to Genevieve has become the second song we sing at the table.
She reminds us to do a lot of things. The other day I was making pancakes with the girls and forgot to add the oil. Evie said, “Oil?” Thank you! She also remembered the cinnamon. What a helper. (Pancakes are such a versatile food, honestly you can use any ingredients you want and call them pancakes. I’ll put a recipe in at the end for those interested.) Genevieve also suggested a bike ride on Jacinta’s preschool day. I psyched myself up to ride uphill. It was a beautiful day and all the neighbors’ animals were grazing near the road. Beautiful horses, cows and birds all made us smile. We did spot “Trouble Head Garden Eater” (the neighbors’ bull) who had escaped once again into another neighbor’s yard. Later we helped Keith guide the bull back home that day. The next day the bull proved to us the true meaning of the expression, “stubborn as a bull.”
The cows, mostly the bull, do create a lot of extra work for us all. It’s strange though because we just love them. The neighbors have gone away for three months, and left their daughter to check up on the place every few days. They depend on Keith’s kindness to fix anything up that is left undone. Other than entertainment, their cows give us great fertilizer. Keith took Jacinta and Genevieve out on the mower the other day. He towed them behind in a little trailer to a big paddock full of dried out manure. It’s hard to believe Evie actually sat down that long, perhaps the gas fumes calmed her down. They picked up a few sacks of manure and then tipped them into the compost. Cow manure is a super nitrogen fixer to boost your plants but it must be dried out or it will burn them.
They have “Plant Fairs” every spring and autumn around here. I try to avoid them because I know I will buy too much and create more work for myself. But I couldn’t resist. Saturday I took Jacinta to Bellingen with me for the afternoon. Wide-eyed we explored the stalls at the plant fair. “Which flowers do you want to look at Mommy?” We took turns picking flowers to gaze upon. Eventually we found a few native plants I thought we needed and bought an ice cream to share. The plan was to find a nice shady spot to sit and eat but I came across a Local Food Network stall and got stuck chatting. To my amazement, after five minutes I looked down at Jacinta. The ice cream was dripping all over her hand. I told her she could eat it but she said, “No mommy, I want to find a nice shady spot to sit and eat with you.” That we did. After the plant fair we found a playground across a footbridge and played in the shade. Then it was time to go sing at the wedding. Not to mention how fun it was to sing African songs with such a fun group of singers, it was great to be a fly on the wall at this hippy/yuppie wedding outside on the grass near the chicken pen. Jacinta watched everyone carefully, especially anyone under four feet tall, and held my hand when we sang. Matt had asked her to take pictures, so I gave her the camera in hopes that she’d capture the diversity of the group, the drums, the Togolese men all dressed up in their traditional boubous. She took about fifteen pictures of my head. How sweet, she is four and loves her mommy so why would she bother taking pictures of anyone else?
While I enjoyed a day alone with my big girl, Matt enjoyed a day alone with his little girl. They played in the sandbox for over an hour, so long she actually napped quite happily following. Later on, he took her out on the dam in the kayak and then on a leisurely walk to town. Matt loves his kayak, loves the silence, freedom and chance to exercise out on the water. Today he worked from 8am until 5pm on the chicken coop and nearly finished it. He built this great “trap door” that opens up and turns into a ramp for the chickens to get down into the enclosed yard. It is made out of old sheets of metal on a wooden frame that Keith and I built. He turned our wooden frame into a chicken safe, child-safe chook pen which we may put to use soon. To celebrate his work, he went kayaking in the rain. He seems to have more energy lately. It could be that he’s trying to join us in our goal to increase our energy through better food and limit his chocolate addiction. Surely, he had a lot of unused physical energy pent up from working on his book. I think he used a lot of it today.
I can’t imagine what I’ll do with my pent up physical energy as the girls grow more independent. I’ll probably miss being needed so much, but I may grow a few more veggies. The lovely attachment is no doubt better than a few zucchinis, but luckily I have a lot of passions to act on once they don’t want me around as much. The bats are flapping their wings telling me to go to bed and stop pondering. I shall join my family in sweet dreams. Good night.
Shana
Versatile Pancakes (good if you are trying to diversify your grains)
1 or 2 eggs
1 banana
¾ - 1 cup milk (any kind (cow, goat, soy, rice, oat)
2 Tbsp oil
Blend wet ingredients first
1 cup flour
(combine any number of grains:ground nuts, wheat, cornmeal, rye flour, rice flour, etc)
1 tsp Baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
½ tsp salt
Mix wet and dry ingredients. If it is not thin enough for you, add more milk.
Fry in a little bit of butter. If you make them small, you can use them as snacks.
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