Recipes & Kitchen Lauren Lucas Recipes & Kitchen Lauren Lucas

What We’re Actually Eating This Summer: Lemon Blueberry Pancakes

These lemon blueberry pancakes are our favorite slow summer morning breakfast. Made with Kodiak Cakes, fresh lemon zest, and blueberries — and cooked in ghee for crispy edges — they’re simple, protein-packed, and always a hit with the whole family.

Batter for lemon blueberry pancakes in a red mixing bowl, with fresh blueberries and lemon zest stirred in. Eggs and a ceramic bowl are visible in the background.

Kodiak cake pancake batter with lemon zest and fresh blueberrie folded in

Most summer mornings at our house aren’t slow.


They start early. There are shoes to find. Lunchboxes to pack. Some days, it’s frozen waffles and a half-hearted banana.

But when the rhythm loosens — on the weekends, or when we’ve just decided we’re all tired — we pull out the pancake mix.

And not just any mix. Kodiak Cakes, milk + egg version, for extra protein.
Add a handful of fresh blueberries, a good dose of lemon zest, and suddenly… it feels like summer again.

Why These Pancakes Are on Repeat

They’re easy, for one.

The mix does most of the work — you just follow the box.


But it’s the lemon zest and fresh blueberries that make them feel a little special. Like, “hey, I tried” — even when I didn’t try that hard.

They’re also one of the only things my five-year-old, my husband, and I all agree on. We make them together. We eat them outside if the weather’s nice. We stack them high and drizzle just enough syrup to make it weekend-worthy.

And I have a secret weapon:


Ghee or clarified butter in the pan.
It gives the pancakes those crispy, golden edges that feel just a little elevated.
(Not necessary. But so worth it.)

There’s No Recipe — Just a Rhythm

If you need measurements, I’ll include a printable version below. But really, it’s:

  • Kodiak Cakes (milk + egg option)

  • A handful of blueberries (fresh, not frozen)

  • A little lemon zest (I use a microplane)

  • Cook in ghee for crispy edges

  • Serve warm with butter, syrup, or whatever feels like love that morning

✨ Want the Printable Version?

I made a simple printable version you can save or stick on the fridge for slow mornings.
👉 Click here to grab the printable.

(If it’s not live yet, check back in a few days — or follow along on Instagram @wildandrootedliving to get notified when it’s posted.)

Up Next in the Series…

This is the first post in my summer food series — the easy meals we’re actually eating these days.


Next up? Our go-to weeknight dinner: pesto pasta + Caprese salad.


It’s light, fresh, and done in 30 minutes — and yes, my five-year-old calls it “butterfly pasta.”

PIN IT FOR LATER
A soft summer morning. A stack of pancakes. A breakfast that buys you ten extra minutes around the table.

Stack of golden lemon blueberry pancakes on a white plate with maple syrup being poured over the top. Blueberries are scattered around the base of the stack.

A delicious stack of lemon blueberry pancakes drizzled ini maple syrup

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A Slow Sunday Ritual: Coffee, Cobbler & Calling Mom

There’s something sacred about a slow Sunday. The kind where the sunlight filters through the curtains just right, coffee brews in the French press, and you finally have time to call your mom back. This morning’s ritual? A quiet kitchen, barefoot steps, and the sweet, familiar comfort of baking peach cobbler from scratch — because rest doesn’t always mean doing nothing. Sometimes, it looks like remembering where you come from and stirring love into something warm.

woman's hand writing a note to "call mom" on a pink note pad with illustrated ducks that says "getting my ducks in a row" at the top with coffee steaming in morning sun light

Some Sundays call for a reset.

Not a productivity sprint. Not a fresh start with big intentions.

Just… a quiet morning. A warm cup of coffee. A scribbled to-do list with call Mom right at the top. A little sunlight stretching across the dining room table.

That’s the kind of Sunday I love the most.

It’s the kind where the French press does its thing while I water the plants. Where I flip through old recipe books until I land on something that smells like comfort.

This week? It was peach cobbler. The kind you don’t have to fuss over — just juicy fruit, a little sugar, some butter, and a delicious crust that comes together in one bowl.

It baked while I talked to my mom on the phone. We didn’t solve anything big. We just caught up. I could hear my dad in the background asking questions; trying to be in the conversation by way of my mom. They were spending the weekend at their mountain home getaway in the Carolinas. I asked if they had seen a return of their “neighbors” (aka a mama bear and her two cubs).

Coffee in a summery orange grove mug with a family recipe book

Coffee in a summery orange grove mug with a family recipe book

A vintage water spayer spritzing a snake plant in a white pot

Steaming coffee being poured from a french press into a summery mug illustrated with orange groves and flowers with morning light streaming in.

Steaming coffee being poured from a french press into a summery mug

Carolina peach cobbler summer dessert fresh out of the oven

That’s what makes these simple slow activities a ritual — not because it’s always the same, but because it matters in the same way every time. They ground me. They warm the house. They remind me what’s enough.

If you’re looking for a little comfort today, here’s the cobbler recipe I always go back to. I adapted it from my dad’s original recipe: Simple, Southern, and full of soul.

👉 Peach Cobbler Recipe — click here.

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