This post is sponsored by Johnsonville.
It’s hard to believe that I will be celebrating my 13th Mother’s Day this year. Not to sound too cliché, but it seems like only yesterday I was seven months pregnant with Big Mony Merchandice (formerly known as Luke) and celebrating my first Mother’s Day. It was such a sweet time, and Big Daddy was so great. After he presented me with flowers and the Die Hard trilogy to celebrate the occasion, he said, “You’re welcome… And not just for the flowers and movies.”
“Did you get me something else?” I said, hoping it was a bean burrito with rice from Taco Bell. At the time, it was the only thing that agreed with my stomach.
He glanced down at my belly and grinned. “If it weren’t for me, today would just be another Sunday.” When he tried to kiss me, I mushed him in the face and said, “Go get me a bean burrito with rice from Taco Bell. Make it three… And hurry up.”
The following Mother’s Day, Big Mony gave me the greatest Mother’s Day gift ever. He said his first word, and it was “Mama!” Of course I cried and kissed him all over his cute little face.
“You’re welcome,” Big Daddy said again with that stupid grin.
Two-and-a-half years later, National Big Swirlee (aka Matt) called me “Dada” on Mother’s Day and pooped all over my new comforter. The honeymoon period was officially over, and I was officially a mom.
With Mother’s Day being a few days away, I can’t help but feel a little melancholy about how fast my boys are growing up. And it doesn’t help that “When We Were Young” by Adele is on the radio now. Adele always messes with my emotions, and I really shouldn’t listen to her when I’m looking at baby pictures.
I try to spend as much time as I can with Big Mony and Big Swirlee. I even started letting them cook with me in the kitchen, which is HUGE, because I am a control freak in the kitchen. When the boys were little, my idea of cooking with them was setting them up in their booster seats and turning their chairs in the direction of the stove, so they could watch me cook. On occasion I would let them help me make pizza, and that was a struggle. All they wanted to do was throw dough at each other and eat the cheese and toppings. The mess stressed me out, but I let them have their fun and only fussed a little bit.
The past few months, they’ve each mastered a couple of dishes. Big Mony is the king of fettuccini alfredo and pancakes. And Big Swirlee is the king of shells with meat sauce, and pancakes. They’re still messy, but at least the food is good. The other day, Big Swirlee asked if he and his brother could cook dinner for Mother’s Day. I appreciated the sentiment, and I thought it was really sweet, but…
Now that I’ve been in the mom game for a while, Mother’s Day is the one day that I own. The days of sweet, cutesy Mother’s Days ended when Big Swirlee pooped on my bed. Mother’s Day is the day I do what I want and think only of myself for the entire day. I don’t need flowers or breakfast in bed. I just want a day to lay around, watch action movies, and not hear “Mommy!” 600 times in one day. I also make whatever I want to eat, without regards to picky eaters and dietary restrictions. My typical Mother’s Day meal consists of any variation of the bacon cheeseburger. This makes for the perfect day dedicated to me as the mom.
And as a mom, of course I said “Yes” to my youngest son’s request to cook my Mother’s Day meal. I even let him and his brother pick the menu. And naturally, they chose their favorite meal—pancakes. I don’t really like pancakes, but I decided to be a good sport and play along.
I recently did a cooking segment on Good Day Charlotte that featured sausage pancake lollipops, which are sausage patties dipped in pancake batter and fried. Now fried pancakes is a different story. I can do fried pancakes. And sausage pancake lollipops taste like sausage wrapped in funnel cake. When I suggested the boys make sausage pancake pops, Big Daddy said, “Happy Mother’s Day to me!”
My expectations for my Mother’s Day meal are high, so before I signed off on my children cooking, I required a practice run first. To make meal prep easier for them I went with Johnsonville turkey sausage. It’s already cooked, so all they had to do was dip the sausages in the batter and fry them up. Once I set up the ingredients, I stood back and just supervised. I stepped in during the frying process just to avoid any injuries. I have boys, so every day is an injury waiting to happen.
After a few broken sausages, Big Mony and Big Swirlee got the hang of it and made some really good looking pancake sausage pops. I have to admit I was impressed. My boys did their mom proud, and I feel confident that my Mother’s Day feast will live up to my expectations.
Although, my boys are growing up way too fast and I get misty-eyed thinking about it, I’m glad to have the opportunity to be their mom. They’re great kids, and I’m truly blessed. And thanks to Big Daddy, for having those pretty gray eyes and that stupid grin. I couldn’t resist either one on a couple of occasions.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Sausage Pancake Pops
Makes 16 servings
1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup cornmeal
3 tablespoon sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 cups milk
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
16 Johnsonville Fully-Cooked Turkey Breakfast Sausage
16 wooden craft sticks
Canola oil, for frying
Confectioners’ sugar, for dusting
Warm pancake syrup, for serving
Whisk flour, cornmeal, sugar, baking powder and salt in a large bowl until combined. Whisk the milk, eggs and vanilla in a 2-cup liquid measuring cup until combined. Make a well in the center of the flour mixture and pour in the liquid mixture. Mix until combined and smooth. Whisk in the butter.
Heat the oil in a large pot over medium-high heat to about 350 degrees F. Insert craft sticks halfway through the breakfast sausage links.excess. Dip the sausages into the batter and allow any excess to drip off.
Carefully place 2 to 3 sausages into the oil (stick and all.) Cook until golden brown, 2 to 3 minutes, flipping frequently. Drain the pops on a paper towel-lined plate. Dust with confectioners’ sugar and serve warm with syrup.