This afternoon as my little Honda navigated the deepening potholes of Chicago’s streets, she decided to steer me near one of my favorite grocery destinations, Trader Joe’s. Enthused by this unexpected opportunity to restock the dwindling food supply in my apartment, I parked the Honda and entered. Half an hour later, I emerged again with a bounty of organic edibles, among them a box of multigrain pancake mix and a bag of frozen blueberries.
Shortly after my arrival home, I got to work.
Mixing bowl. Large flat pan.
Milk, eggs, oil. Whisk.
I preheated the pan, then dumped out the healthy-looking mix and added a cup of milk.
The concoction looked rather dry. “Maybe when I add the eggs…”
Very little improvement. Perhaps the oil…?
I glared at the mixture pessimistically, but took up the whisk anyway.
For a brief moment, I could picture a brilliant, unexpected, “Will it Blend?” moment, where it all incorporated… but no, the whisk stood motionless in my concrete batter. I grabbed the box to scrutinize it further.
Ingredient #1: two cups of pancake mix, not the whole bag. The entire bag of mix amounted to about four times what I had prepared to make. One facepalm later, I re-extricated the milk from the fridge and sent my roommate out for more eggs.
And I cooked all the pancakes, friend.
In progress…
These are the ones goin’ into the freezer.
So… WHO WANTS PANCAKES?
