Today? I made pancakes.
It all started when I walked down to the soup kitchen and realized that it was closed on weekends. Which meant I would have to fend for myself today. So I went back home and scrounged through the pantry to see if I had anything to make a decent meal out of.
I found:
-half a small box of bisquick
-half a box of dry milk powder
At which point I had the brilliant notion that I could make something edible out of these things.
At first, I was determined to make some savory, tasty little biscuits. Unfortunately I couldn’t for the life of me find any sort of measuring device and so attempted to measure all the ingredients out by hand, which I consequently was a big doofus about.
A smart person would’ve started with the dry ingredients and slowly added the wet ingredients until the mixture had the right consistency, as in that of a soft sort of dough. Instead I went FUCK IT and threw water, dry milk, and bisquick together in one big plain cup until I thought I had the right porportion of each. Because I was still sleepy, dammit.
I never got the right consistency. xD I stirred and stirred the batter like an idiot for ten whole minutes before realizing it would never get past the consistency of pancakes.
Wait a second what the fuck PANCAKES! If only…
I looked in the fridge and I found… eggs! Holy crap where did these eggs come from?!
And in the pantry, once again? Half a can of bread crumbs! Fuck yeah I’m making pancakes.
But I couldn’t just make pancakes. Oh no. ‘Cause, you see, pancakes was one of the first things I ever learned how to make, along with toast, eggs, and spaghetti. I could almost make fucking pancakes in my sleep. So since just making pancakes is kind of boring and I also have the maturity of a nine year old, I had to play around with the pancakes today. I made big ones, small ones, oddly shaped ones, thick ones, thin ones… I even tried to make a crepe out of one but of course that didn’t work since the consistency of the batter WAS ALL FUCKING WRONG, but I tried anyway.
I also eat as I cook. Yeah, I’m one of those kinds of cooks. I do such a thing for two reasons:
1.) I can’t help myself (especially when it comes to delicious, hot, nummy pancakes).
2.) Like any good cook would tell you, ya gotta test the product as you go along in order to know that you’re on the right track. That’s why you’re not supposed to trust a skinny cook (in theory).
So I gorged while I cooked and actually devoured about a third of the pancakes before I had actually finished making the pancakes. Then I finished off another sixth after cleaning up the kitchen and felt horribly bloated with half a batch of pancakes left over. Which is awesome! I now have something to eat tomorrow, too. :D
