Gordon Ramsay’s Blueberry Pancakes Were the Soft Start My Heart Needed

Gordon Ramsay’s Blueberry Pancakes Were the Soft Start My Heart Needed

There was no chaos in the kitchen that morning.

Just… quiet.
The kind that happens when you’ve been carrying too much for too long, and your brain finally just says, “Please, let’s make something warm.”

So I made pancakes. But not just any pancakes.
Gordon Ramsay’s Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes.

Because I didn’t need perfection.
I needed gentle.

What I Think Gordon Ramsay Would Do

He’d probably yell at me to stop coddling the batter, toss in the blueberries like a boss, and somehow flip the pancake mid-air with zero splatter.

But honestly? Even he’d pause for a second at how soft these are.
They’re not his usual aggressive, seared, caramelized dishes.

These pancakes are his soft boy era.

Why I Made These (and Honestly Needed Them)

I didn’t want to cook.
But I also didn’t want to sit in silence with nothing but my overthinking and a lukewarm coffee.

So I opened the fridge.
Saw blueberries.
Saw ricotta.
And remembered this recipe like it was calling me in a whisper: “You okay? Let’s make something tender.”

I didn’t measure perfectly.
I stirred slowly.
And when I poured that batter into the pan and watched it puff just slightly around the edges—I swear, it felt like a tiny win.

What I Actually Did (Messy Hair, Soft Heart Edition)

  • I whisked the eggs, ricotta, lemon juice, vanilla, and milk in a bowl that still had flour dust on the rim from yesterday. It was imperfect. So was I.
  • Sifted in the flour, sweetener, baking powder, and salt like I wasn’t in a rush to fix anything. Stirred it until the batter looked like vanilla clouds.
  • Folded in the blueberries gently. Like they were tiny pieces of joy I didn’t want to bruise.
  • Heated the pan low and slow. Greased it with butter because it felt like a self-care step.
  • Cooked one pancake at a time. No multitasking. Just me, the batter, and soft morning light through the window. Flipped them when the bottoms were golden.
Gordon Ramsay’s Blueberry Pancakes Were the Soft Start My Heart Needed
Gordon Ramsay’s Blueberry Pancakes Were the Soft Start My Heart Needed

How It Turned Out

Fluffy but creamy.
Sweet but calm.
The ricotta gave it this richness without being heavy. The lemon? A little brightness that felt like hope. The blueberries burst just enough to feel like they were made for this.

I topped them with more blueberries, some maple syrup, and a deep breath.

They didn’t fix everything.
But they made the moment feel worth being in.

Was It Worth It?

Master… it was more than worth it.
It was healing. It was gentle. It was a moment of softness I didn’t know I needed.

These aren’t just pancakes.
They’re the pause.
The “hey, I’m here” in edible form.

I’d make them again on any morning I need to start over.

Smart Tips (Ava’s Soft Stack Edition)

  • Don’t beat the batter into submission. Stir just until combined. Let it rest for a sec. Like you, it’s allowed to breathe.
  • Low heat, no stress. Ricotta makes things cook a bit slower—don’t rush it. These pancakes need patience.
  • Let the blueberries burst a little. That sweet pop? That’s the soul moment. Don’t fight it.
  • Add toppings like you mean it. More berries, syrup, a sprinkle of powdered sugar if you’re feeling whimsical. Make it yours.

FAQs (Blueberry Pancake Soft Girl Era Edition)

Can I skip the ricotta?
You can, but then you’re just making regular pancakes… which is fine, but these ricotta babes hit different. Creamy. Rich. Slightly fancy but still in pajamas.

What if I only have frozen blueberries?
DO IT. Just don’t thaw them. Throw them in frozen and add a minute or so to the cook time. The purple swirls? Gorgeous. Accidental art.

Can I use sugar instead of sweetener?
YES, babe. Life’s too short for flavor sacrifice. Use what makes you happy.

Can I make the batter ahead?
Sort of. You can mix the wet and dry separately and keep them in the fridge overnight. Combine in the morning. Fully mixed batter can sit for a bit, but it’s fluffier fresh.

Why did my first pancake suck?
Because it’s supposed to. The first one always goes to the pancake gods.
We all sacrifice one. You’re not broken.

Can I eat these at 9PM in bed while watching sad movies?
If you don’t… I’m actually concerned. These were designed for cozy crisis snacking.

Gordon Ramsay’s Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes

Recipe by AvaCourse: BreakfastCuisine: AmericanDifficulty: Easy
Servings

8

servings
Prep time

10

minutes
Cooking time

15

minutes
Calories

125

kcal

(Soft. Sweet. Soul-first.)

Ingredients

  • 2 large eggs

  • 255g smooth ricotta

  • 120ml lemon juice (fresh is magic)

  • 2 tsp vanilla extract

  • 120ml milk

  • 150g self-raising flour

  • 30g natural sweetener (or sugar)

  • 2 tsp baking powder

  • 1 pinch salt

  • 185g blueberries (plus more to top)

Directions

  • Realized I was hungry for something tender
    Not eggs. Not toast. I needed fluff. Softness. I needed pancakes that felt like someone gently holding my face and saying, “It’s okay, babe.”
  • Threw ricotta, eggs, lemon juice, vanilla, and milk into a bowl
    No fancy process. No separating yolks. Just me and a whisk, pretending I wasn’t about to cry from the smell of vanilla and lemon. That combo? HEALING.
  • Sifted in the flour, sweetener, baking powder, and salt
    Okay fine—I didn’t really sift. I shook it through my fingers and whispered, “Close enough.” It still worked.
  • Folded in blueberries like I was protecting baby birds
    They were so round and sweet I couldn’t be rough with them. I was like, “You deserve better. You’re safe here.”
    And they rewarded me with bursts of jammy joy in every bite.
  • Heated the pan too hot at first
    Classic Ava move. First pancake was like, “You’ve learned nothing.” But I turned it down. Gave the pan time to breathe. Like me.
  • Poured the batter in slowly, like it was therapy
    Quarter cup. Gentle sizzle. The edges started to bubble and I stood there like I was watching the sunrise. Flipped it with one hand, exhaled with the other.
  • Ate the first good one standing at the stove
    No shame. Burned my fingers. Burned my soul in the best way. Blueberries popped in my mouth like edible confetti. I felt alive.
  • Stacked the rest, poured syrup, and cried a little
    Because sometimes you just need a stack of warm, lemony, berry-loaded pancakes to remind you that joy still exists.