{"id":370,"date":"2008-01-02T07:50:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-02T07:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2008\/01\/pancakes-anyone.html"},"modified":"2008-01-02T07:50:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-02T07:50:00","slug":"pancakes-anyone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2008\/01\/pancakes-anyone.html","title":{"rendered":"Pancakes, Anyone?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I enjoy cooking. It&#8217;s something I find relaxing and, well, I love to eat a good meal, so cooking is the right task for me. I especially love cooking when there are other folks around to keep Pie off my legs while I&#8217;m doing things involving a hot stove or oven, so you&#8217;d think a trip to my parents would create the ideal cooking situation. After all, my parents liking cooking? Not so much. Liking eating? Yep! Who doesn&#8217;t? <\/p>\n<p>Every time I come home though, I&#8217;m reminded why I learned to cook in the first place: self-defense. It&#8217;s not that my parents are bad cooks&#8211;when they actually deign to do any cooking, the food is quite delicious. My mom&#8217;s beef kabobs are the best I&#8217;ve ever had and I still use her spaghetti sauce recipe from my childhood. However, they prefer not to cook and so over the years, as they&#8217;ve grown their reliance on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.epicure-market.com\/epicure_home.html\">Epicure<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.citarella.com\/about_us.asp\">Citarella<\/a> and as they have spread their lives over a Miami apartment and a New York apartment, they&#8217;ve divested themselves of many of their cooking implements. Need to mix something? Better have strong arms because the electric mixer mixed itself out of here years ago. Want a good bowl to mix in? As they&#8217;ve broken over the years, they haven&#8217;t been replaced. It&#8217;s a regular hodgepodge. Remember those expired medicines I just posted about? It&#8217;s even worse in the kitchen. A few visits ago I insisted the baking powder be replaced as the one they had expired over two decades ago.<\/p>\n<p>So, this past weekend, tired of eggs, I decided I&#8217;d make everyone pancakes. I follow <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2006\/12\/20\/dining\/201mrex.html\">Mark Bittman&#8217;s recipe<\/a>, as it&#8217;s nice and easy and reliably good and I can tweak it enough as I&#8217;m cooking to make it my own. The ingredients are fairly simple, right?<br \/>  2 cups all-purpose flour<br \/>  2 teaspoons baking powder<br \/>  \u00c2\u00bc teaspoon salt<br \/>  1 tablespoon sugar, optional<br \/>  2 eggs<br \/>  1\u00c2\u00bd to 2 cups milk<br \/>  2 tablespoons melted and cooled butter (optional)<\/p>\n<p>Flour, right? Who doesn&#8217;t keep flour in the house. I asked Adam to check for flour as my dad was making a shopping list. &#8220;There&#8217;s flour in here!&#8221; Adam called back.<\/p>\n<p>Lesson: Never trust a husband to do a thinking person&#8217;s job. Because the inch of flour in the container was nowhere near enough for one simple bowl of pancake mix. <\/p>\n<p>I saw the egg carton. I know there are eggs. But how many eggs? My fault. Didn&#8217;t think to <i>open<\/i> the egg carton and actually look. Because that one poor lone egg really wasn&#8217;t going to do me a lot of good.<\/p>\n<p>And then there&#8217;s the butter challenge. Find butter. I know it&#8217;s in here. But I can&#8217;t find it behind all the &#8220;smart blend&#8221; for butter. My mom is a big fan of the fake stuff. Then there&#8217;s the sugar vs. Splenda thing&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, the pancakes got made. And they were fine. But, oy vey, next time I&#8217;ll just go to Epicure for breakfast.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I enjoy cooking. It&#8217;s something I find relaxing and, well, I love to eat a good meal, so cooking is the right task for me. 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