I have so much to share about our Christmas holiday in New Zealand and so many photos that I love of my friends, family and home. I will get all the stories uploaded in the next few weeks while they’re still fresh in my brain. We’re starting at the end though, with baking.
There was a lot going on, during the last morning of our New Zealand holiday. We were repacking our suitcases, this time fuller, with all the goodies we had picked up to take home, and getting ready for friends to come over to say goodbye before we went out to Wellington to catch our long flights home.
I was trying to hydrate lots as I thought that might help me during the flight and soaking up the last few hours with my mum and sister. We were meeting dad for lunch.So of course, I baked. Baking is always my stress relief, it’s good to keep my hands busy. I made pikelets. Probably one of the first recipes I ever learned and one that I hadn’t made since leaving NZ over 9 years ago. Although I needed the recipe book for quantities, I definitely didn’t need the method. I still know that like the back of my hand.
I think there must have been a couple of years of my life when I made these weekly. Me and my friend used to bake these or chocolate fudge every time we met up. Then we would go on missions around the neighbourhood. We must have driven our parents crazy as I never remember doing any dishes…
As I was making the batter I found out that my best friend wouldn’t be joining us as she was in labour! She wasn’t due for a few weeks yet, so hope crept in that I might meet the little man. I told you, it was an eventful morning making these pikelets.
They tasted just as I remember them too. I ate a few straight off the pan like my friend and I did as teenagers. Hot and doughy and oh so good.
Pikelets are pretty retro now and I mostly only see them as dinky canapés with smoked salmon and cream cheese on top. This morning we served them with whipped cream, garden strawberries and jams. Granny chic for sure.I won’t share the recipe with you here as it’s pretty standard. But next time you’re thinking of having people over for morning tea, think of pikelets. I think we usually made a double batch to share as the mixture is pretty small.
As we tucked into our pikelets, my friend was going through labour. We got news of the arrival of her baby boy and a very cute pic just before we got on the plane bound for Melbourne. A very nice send off to a great holiday in NZ.