The Pancake Mistake
Every six to eight months I make The Pancake Mistake. I forget that I don’t know how to cook the damn things that I always mess them up. But then I love them so much that I go back and make the mistake again. This week was that week.
"I forget that I don’t know how to cook the damn things' there are these things called 'recipes' you know. Some even come without five page travelogue about how it brings back memories of the cooks youth in Tuscany, or Alaska with pancakes its probably Alaska. I blame Proust for the endless remembrance of foods past that seems to clutter every recipe you read, you know where I'd shove his madeleine cake?
Ok so I have this one weird trick that has solved the pancake dilemma for me.
I have a best friend who not only makes them for me, but does so effortlessly, because she's a BAMF in the kitchen.
Her washing machine died today, so guess who's getting a pancake breakfast tomorrow in exchange for letting her bring all her washing to my place and borrowing my machine? #Winning 🥳😇