Pancakes
I made a perfect batch of pancakes for dinner, and was singing and "dancing" to celebrate this accomplishment. You have to understand that I have issues with pancakes, or rather pancakes have issues with me. I first learned to cook pancakes way, way back when I was in high school at the house of one of my best friends. Cooking was done for survival in my house growing up, not for enjoyment. So my friend and her family were shocked that my cooking list at age 16 was limited to spaghetti, scrambled eggs, grilled cheese, ramen, and anything microwaved. Thus they added pancakes to the list. The last time I made pancakes was back in high school. I have my family attitude that overall cooking is a lot of work and is done for survival, although recently I have learned how to cook many new things and been successful. So after I moved into my apartment I decided I would have an "easy" homecooked dinner and make buckwheat pancakes for dinner. Once the smoke cleared and the smoke alarms stopped sounding about 30 minutes later, all of my neighbors knew that I had managed to singe a batch of pancakes. For weeks I had little old ladies coming up to me and asking me how my pancakes turned out. Cute granny, real cute. So then I won an electric griddle at a Christmas party I attended with my Stepmom and thought that maybe the issue with the pancakes was the frying pan from before I was born that I had used. Another batch of buckwheat pancakes was mixed up and although I dodged setting off the smoke detectors this time, my success was still null. I mumbled inappropriate words under my breath as I threw the package of unused mix away and swore off pancakes. Until today. I had purchased Bisquik pancake mix, the simple and no frills not so good for you but hell of a lot easier to use stuff I grew up on, and I decided it was time for the third and final go round with pancakes. I also should mention that cooking just about anything is a huge endeavor as it is because my kitchen is a standard small galley kitchen and nothing is modified for a wheelchair. I can stand for short periods of time, but too long and my legs turn funny colors and I lose the ability to keep them under me. Cooking is an extreme sport. So using the Bisquik and the electric griddle I made a complete batch of perfect pancakes - not one was burned, not one was too doughy!! I have leftovers in the fridge to microwave tomorrow and leftovers frozen for another time. I was a pancake making marvel. I proved that I could do it, and I had a delicious dinner at the same time. And in the end, you know it was about so much more than the pancakes.
February 2, 2010 at 12:06 PM
:)
This post brings me down memory lane--
I didn't learn how NOT to cook from a box until my kids were little--
I happened to be on WIC and I was put into a class that lead me to a lady who would come out each week and teach me how to make the box food I was used to without the box--
sometimes I still fall back to the box-- but I am proud to say that I can cook better now than when I left home! :)
Besides by husband just likes to eat--
Well, anyway... thanks for letting me ramble on... and on... and on...
February 5, 2010 at 7:53 PM
heh. Cooking is an extreme sport. You are goodern that Lake Wobegon guy.
I came over to share a post with you and will put it here before I go read your top post. I thought you could appreciate this.
http://onesickmother.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/01/doctortutes.html
Barbara
PS JoyMama was happy to meet you!
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