The Flop of the Flap(jack)
Well, its bound to happen. I mean I am a new cook, I am learning how to make some of those age old recipes. So I should not be ashamed or shocked when I have a complete failure. I mean I am clever enough to know that sometimes the close up pictures on the really good blogs are to disguise the fact that their dish didn't look all that great from a distance. And I know that every cook (even the most experienced) has had something that ended up in the trash.
However, the fact that I failed at pancakes is about as sad as it can get, really. I mean who can't make pancakes from scratch? (Well the obvious answer to that is now me, if you are ever asked). I think I have made them from scratch with my mom as a kid, but I haven't really done them on my own (at least not that I remember). So I figured tonight was the night. I had already axed my "fancy" fish dinner for breakfast food because I was being lazy. The least I could do was make the pancakes, right? So I pulled out what has now become my most frustrating cookbook...The Joy of Cooking. I swear, I can't get stuff to come out right from that book. I think the potato and JOC are now my dual archenemies.
Well anyways, the batter was a little thin, but I figured it would thicken up...it didn't. But I pressed on, maybe I just don't know how scratch pancakes are supposed to look. Well, they never puffed, the smoke alarm went off, and well, just look... (I will not be ashamed, I will not be ashamed)
Pretty sad isn't it? Well, thankfully I had some mix in the cabinet (I had to use it since I had already used the rest of my eggs for scrambling). So the search will begin from this day and by George, I will learn to make pancakes (if for no other reason but to laugh in the face of these little burnt "flop"jacks). Oh just you wait JOC, I will be back and I will succeed.