At a recent event my roomie was told that overall she was a great catch, but if she really wanted to get married she needed to work on her softer side… What has now become a bit of a running joke in the house crashed into reality today as she decided it was time that she learned to cook, pancakes!
Scouring the unfamiliar kitchen I set out to gather up the necessary ingredients. Sugar, flour, butter, eggs, etc, all the usual suspects were there, well, almost. The only flour in the house was a type of grainy corn flour,
the vanilla only comes in powdered packets, as did the baking soda. The measurement process was also an experience, with American measuring spoons and a metric measuring cup (or actually it was an old laundry soap scoop thing, but it worked, and at least it was clean. *smile*). With a team comprised of a Brit, a South African and a Portuguese we were all set to make American pancakes, in Morocco. Seriously, what is more normal than that?!?!?
We quickly got the batter made and I warmed the pan, demonstrating how to check the pancake to know when it was the proper time to flip over. Growing up making pancakes all my life, I had forgotten how much flipping pancakes is an artform… the learning curve was a little tricky at first, but soon they had all picked it up.Given the entire situation, I was a bit nervous about the pancakes, but amazingly they were not only edible, but also fairly tasty. Next time though, I am going out and buying REAL flour!
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