It all started when my friend mentioned the magic word "pancakes."
I know how to make those! My mind began spinning with how to make the fluffy kind... how was I going to find all the ingredients in the store? I can't read Thai.
But I had a recipe!
But with quite a bit of determination I walked out my front door, hopped on my bike, crossed four lanes of highway traffic and finally arrived at my challenge.
The grocery store.
I figured I could walk through every single isle and pick up the things on my list as I went.
Well...
Searching the isles only turned up a bag of raw sugar off my list of eight or so things to purchase. At least I could read that part of the bag.
My determination got me around the store a couple times before people started singing "she'll be com'n 'round the isle..." You get the idea. Besides, it's not like the store associates were wearing blue vests saying "How can I help you?"
And this nut seemed to be mocking me.
So, a few days later, and with a lot of help from Krinny, the ingredients were gathered. I took off for my house during a lunch break to mix my happy little concoction together in preparation for supper.
I donned an apron and got busy.
The flour, sugar, oil, baking powder... everything was lined up on the counter, but something was missing and it wasn't the mixing bowls.
I couldn't find the measuring cups!
"Well," I thought "they didn't call them Cup Measures and Tablespoons for no reason."
So I used a cup,
and a spoon.
Mixing a bit of this and a bit of that into the two bowls I felt like my storybook cooking hero, Miss Amelia Badelia.
Finally combined, I loaded what I hoped would become something tastefully edible, into my bike basket and headed back to the office.
Supper time couldn't come soon enough! When the time came, my friend (Pookie) and I cooked bacon (gotta get the house smelling good) and then started pouring batter and frying eggs.
Photo credit: Khemjira Peekaew
Perhaps it is a good thing that we were too busy devouring the fruit of our labor or else you would now have to deal with a photograph of steaming pancakes smothered in butter and topped with maple syrup.
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