saturday morning pancakes

Last night I went to bed really excited.

I was going to try out a new recipe this morning.

I scoured the internet high and low to find a perfect pancake recipe to use my newly acquired coconut flour with. Let’s just say I had a little trouble falling asleep last night.

(note: I am not going to tell you what recipe I used. Sorry.)

This morning, I was more than ready to get up when Charlie came to my bedside.For once, I didn’t mind. I bounded out of bed** like a kid on Christmas morning, happily ready to start working on my breakfast.

*I tend to exaggerate

Last night, I thought, “Oh pancakes would be nice in the morning.”

Now that it was the morning, I really wanted pancakes. Like — REALLY wanted them. Those pancakes were the only thing on my mind.

I had all my materials set up in my kitchen. My recipe was laid out where I could easily see it. I had my (very) little working space accessible so I could create this wonderfully anticipated breakfast.

When I follow recipes to a T, I double — no, triple — check everything to make sure I am doing everything right. Some call me anal — I call myself careful. There’s no room for error when it comes to Saturday morning pancakes.

All of my ingredients were in my mixing bowl ready to be whisked into pure pancake batter bliss. After I whisked, I thought something looked a little… off. But, I just brushed it off and kept going thinking I might just be delusional at 6:00 on a Saturday morning.

I turned my burner on high and heated my skillet until a droplet of water sizzled on the pan.

It was time.

I was so excited.

The batter was so thick.

There was a LOT of batter.

Pancake Saturday was going to be awesome — epic even!

I made perfectly portioned pancake batter blobs (yeah, not the best word, right?) on my skillet and started to wait for those magical bubbles to appear. Those bubbles that mean it is time for pancake flipping to occur, which is the most crucial step in any pancake making endeavor, if you want my opinion.

Well, I waited.

And I waited.

I waited some more.

I’m talking like five minutes here, folks. Now, if you’ve ever cooked pancakes before, you know this is not normal. If you’ve never cooked pancakes before, I’m going to tell you — this is not normal.

Um… pancake bubbles? Where are you? Don’t you want to get flipped with my really cool bendable spatula?

You’ll be happy to know my pancakes did not answer me  — that would have made for a great story though. Talking pancakes, who woulda thunk?

I thought to myself, well.. maybe these pancakes are different. Maybe these pancakes don’t get pancake bubbles. It was a valid thought — so I went for it. I flipped those pancakes like I’ve never flipped pancakes before.

I say this because my pancake batter was basically mush.

No velvety fluffy crust had appeared on the bottom of my pancakes.

My heart sank. I knew pancake Saturday was going to be a bust.

But I thought to myself — well, maybe if I let them cook for a little bit longer, they’ll get crusty enough to kind of look like pancakes. So, I waited.. and I flipped. No dice. I waited, and I flipped again.

That was a negative.

My patience was growing weary. No one in their right mind waits for pancakes to cook for twenty minutes — unless you’re me and you really want pancakes.

And I reaaaally wanted pancakes.

At this point, I was starting to see double. My hunger pangs were so intense I was doubling over in pain. Things were a little fuzzy. **

**exaggerating again.

So, I threw in the towel on that batch of pancakes.

So, you know what they say? If at first you don’t succeed….

… make oatmeal.

Question: Have you ever had a recipe failure?

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