Millet Scallion Pancakes and Gospel Jazz on Sunday

Last night I dreamed that water was gurgling up through the cracks in the hardwood in this house. Our kitchen became Yellowstone National Park. I ran to the front door and looked outside to see that we had bought a house right on the line where the ocean meets the shore. I can’t tell if this is a homebuyer’s remorse dream, a Hurricane Season anxiety dream, or a Residency Eve anxiety dream. Either way I’m listening to Jazz Gospel radio this morning and experiencing God Willing and the Creek Don’t Rise in a whole new way. Hope Tom McDermott is the piano player at church again. Dang it’s good to be a New Orleanian again.

 

KP is having quite a week in his blind-immersion school. Look what he made blindfolded!

 

Millet-Scallion Pancakes

¾ cup millet

1½ teaspoon kosher salt, plus more

⅓ cup reduced-sodium soy sauce

3 tablespoons unseasoned rice vinegar

2 teaspoons sugar

2 teaspoons toasted sesame seeds

1 teaspoon Sriracha

8 scallions, thinly sliced, divided, plus more for serving

2 large eggs

6 tablespoons buttermilk

3 tablespoons cornstarch

1 tablespoon toasted sesame oil

6 tablespoons vegetable oil

Instructions

Cook millet in a large saucepan of boiling salted water, stirring occasionally, until tender, 15–20 minutes; drain, shaking off as much water as possible. Spread out on a rimmed baking sheet and let cool.

Meanwhile, whisk soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, sesame seeds, Sriracha, and ¼ of scallions in a small bowl; set sauce aside.

Whisk eggs, buttermilk, cornstarch, sesame oil, and 1½ tsp. salt in a medium bowl. Fold in millet and ¾ of scallions.

Working in 3 batches, heat 2 Tbsp. vegetable oil in a large nonstick skillet or well-seasoned cast-iron pan over medium-high heat. Add heaping spoonfuls of millet batter to skillet, press to ¼” thickness, and cook until golden brown, about 3 minutes per side; transfer pancakes to a paper towel–lined plate.

Sprinkle pancakes with more scallions and serve with reserved sauce.

 

Haiku #176 June 25^th

Karaoke. You

don’t have to be attractive

to be a woman.

 

Haiku #177 June 26^th

Delachaise. Warm wind

like the thinnest ocean waves

on my bicycle.

 

Haiku #178 June 27^th

Water rising up

through our floorboards, and outside

the window: ocean.

 

Haiku #179 June 28^th

Amazing Grace played

three times on jazz radio

as I made omelets.