Bacon, that I can cook. I am pretty sure I cook a perfect plate of bacon every time.
See that delicious plate of bacon pictured? I'm pretty sure that's the only thing that went right about this dinner. And, even then, it was a bit burned, which I haven't done in ages.
So, after a long day of being home with the kids, and watching an extra child, I decided to cook. Since I'm gluten and dairy free, and my family is not, I had to make two batches of pancakes. That means double the time and double the dishes in the end. Ugh.
I made the pancake batters while the bacon was cooking. My batter was a little thick, so I added a little extra water to thin it out. I made everyone else's pancake batter in a separate bowl. My daughter has an egg allergy, so I tried out my new box of Egg-Replacer for the pancakes. I stirred the batter and it was very springy, more like biscuits. So, I added more water.
After the bacon was cooked to perfection, I started making the kids' pancakes. I poured one ladle of batter on the griddle. It was way too thick. Now, I'm frustrated. I added more water to the batter.
About this time, my son had an accident. Really? Were you just playing too hard? I got him some new pants, and he decided that he would rather put back on his pee pants. Nice. All I could think of was that scene from the movie Talladega Nights where the kid made his teacher mad by peeing in his pants. At the dinner table he recounted the story to his parents and proclaimed, "And I'm still wearing my pee pants right now." My son, however, wised up and changed into the dry pants within five minutes. Great, because I was too busy trying to man the extra thick pancakes I was whipping up.
Every time my husband and I cook pancakes we always try to make a Mickey Mouse pancake for our son. He loves it. Today, his pancake looked nothing like Mickey, and I had to reattach his ears on the plate.
So, after a long day of being home with the kids, and watching an extra child, I decided to cook. Since I'm gluten and dairy free, and my family is not, I had to make two batches of pancakes. That means double the time and double the dishes in the end. Ugh.
I made the pancake batters while the bacon was cooking. My batter was a little thick, so I added a little extra water to thin it out. I made everyone else's pancake batter in a separate bowl. My daughter has an egg allergy, so I tried out my new box of Egg-Replacer for the pancakes. I stirred the batter and it was very springy, more like biscuits. So, I added more water.
After the bacon was cooked to perfection, I started making the kids' pancakes. I poured one ladle of batter on the griddle. It was way too thick. Now, I'm frustrated. I added more water to the batter.
About this time, my son had an accident. Really? Were you just playing too hard? I got him some new pants, and he decided that he would rather put back on his pee pants. Nice. All I could think of was that scene from the movie Talladega Nights where the kid made his teacher mad by peeing in his pants. At the dinner table he recounted the story to his parents and proclaimed, "And I'm still wearing my pee pants right now." My son, however, wised up and changed into the dry pants within five minutes. Great, because I was too busy trying to man the extra thick pancakes I was whipping up.
Every time my husband and I cook pancakes we always try to make a Mickey Mouse pancake for our son. He loves it. Today, his pancake looked nothing like Mickey, and I had to reattach his ears on the plate.
My son didn't even notice. It might be because his is 4 and was hungry, or it might be because the pancakes looked nothing like Mickey Mouse this time.
I fed the kids, and then made my pancakes. I sit at the table with my gross, gluten free pancakes (they weren't that bad, but I didn't like the flavor of the flours in the brand I used this time). We ate together. My son ate about 5 pancakes. I look over, and my daughter hasn't eaten any. She's feeding hers to the dog. Really? I'm so glad I made them egg-free so that she could eat them.
A little while later, my husband gets home and uses the rest of the batter to make his pancakes. They were still a little thick, so he waters them down a little more. When he cooks them, they look a little more like crepes than my super thick things that I made. He takes a couple bites, looks at me, and says, "Alisha..."
"Are they horrible? What did I do wrong?" I said. I don't know how they taste; mine were the gluten free ones. Jeff told me that they tasted like biscuits. I told him that would make sense when I was stirring the batter because it stirred like biscuits. I grabbed the Bisquick mix from the pantry and showed him exactly what I had done. We then looked at the adjacent recipe for biscuits. It was nearly the same, except it didn't have egg. At this point, I'm beginning to realize that the Egg-Replacer I used, so that my daughter could have egg-free pancakes, didn't really work. Not quite sure how all that food chemistry works, but real eggs are key ingredients for Bisquick pancakes, otherwise you have biscuits.
At least, by this time, the kids were in bed and I could relax little, and let my frustration over a ruined pancake dinner (that was supposed to be easy) go.
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