In case you couldn’t tell from the title of this post, I made pancakes last week. Instead of the angel food cake that I was supposed to. Why? Because the egg whites got ruined again, is why. I think I’m gonna hold off on the angel food cake thing until I master my egg separating abilities (and before you ask, yes, I put the egg whites in a separate bowl each time; the yolk somehow wound up in the bowl with them anyway and I still don’t know how it happened).
Anyway, since the angel food cake was a bust, and I had gotten up too early to just not bake anything, I searched high and low on the internet for something I could make with the limited amount of ingredients I had. The only thing I could find that didn’t require 500000 sticks of butter and was even vaguely appetizing to me was pancakes.
I’d never made pancakes before — not even the ones from the mix — and no one else was in the house to tell me I was doing it wrong, so I was looking forward to the surely hilarious results this venture would bring. As long as, you know, I didn’t start any fires. Which hasn’t happened yet, despite my dad insisting that one day I will set the house in flames.
And actually, it wasn’t really that difficult. Well, the mixing of the ingredients, anyway. But I didn’t think that was going to be a problem in the first place. It was the cooking it that I was worried about.
I gingerly poured a small amount of batter onto the pan and read over and over tips on a website as I poked at its side. Was it going to explode? Was it going to be burned to a crisp? Would it just not cook? Would I flip it over too early and have pancake batter fly all over the place?
Actually… no! It was a perfectly decent pancake! I had a few bites to make sure it wasn’t undercooked, and it was pretty good. Except it was a little runny right in the center, but I figured I would just leave the next batch on a little longer.
Confident, I poured two pancake thingies onto the pan.
Forty seconds later, they looked like this.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this on here, but my oven runs hot. Like, ridiculously hot. I can’t preheat the oven while mixing the ingredients because then everything would bake too quickly and it would be a total disaster every time. I should’ve realized the same would hold true for the pancakes, but I didn’t think ahead.
I quickly turned off the stove and threw some cold water on the pan and waited about ten minutes for it to cool before I tried again, this time on the lowest heat setting I could.
The last few turned out much better, except they were still runny in the middle. I asked my mom about this later and she told me the pancakes were probably too thick.
Oh, well. They were still delicious. And now I can make pancakes. So if I ever have children I will be able to make them something besides cookies.
This is the recipe I used, if you wanna give it a whirl.