“Pancakes please!” M2 asked with a big smile on her face as I walked in the door.
I had to grin and bear the stress of dealing with my cancelled flight. I waited it out for 10 hours before I finally boarded my plane back home.
Barbara has been with us for almost 20 years and she’s great with all the household chores and trusted in my absence but she can’t flip pancakes.
Whenever I go on a trip, flipping pancakes stops. M2 has to settle for cereal or fruit for breakfast or broken pancakes.
Depending on how bad the flipping process, the pancakes still taste just as good only they look like they’ve suffered major trauma while flipping over.
I can’t teach how to flip pancakes. I believe it’s all in the hand. The swiftness of lifting the bottom just at the right time that the batter has almost come together so that it does not fall apart when flipping over.
I think that flipping pancakes is a skill. Either one is good at flipping or not. There is no in between. An in between flipper of pancakes results in a half-baked looking pancake. Either the sides fall off or the pancake takes its on shape geographically depending on where the batter ran off to as it was being flipped.
Forget airplane fatigue, there is no place like home when it comes to flipping pancakes!