Saturday, November 9, 2013

Pancakes for Supper

There's nothing like bacon, eggs and a plate of pancakes.

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!

Compliments of my father and Pillsbury.

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.

Nutella ad

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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