Thursday, 3 March 2011
I'm Being Haunted
I've trawled through Google images today to find an illustration which most closely resembles my pancakes of yore, and this one fits the bill well.
There were many others which didn't... Images of thick, flaccid looking anaemic circles of, no doubt, unimaginable toughness besieged my senses, and just about put me off the thought of pancakes for life! These ones at least, look thin and crispy enough to make my mouth water.
But it was Kat Mortensen, alias Poeticat, whose email made me feel obliged to confess a small fact I omitted in Monday's post. The dreaded First Pancake Crumpled Mess. How many of you know what I mean? In the eagerness to get started on the feast, it's tempting to begin cooking before the pan is quite hot enough. It's easy to pour on a trifle more batter than is wise, because the hand /eye coordination has yet to find the perfect balance... This pale amoeba sits silently in the pan, taunting you. Eventually, slight hissing begins around the circumference, but by this time, the centre of it is stuck like glue to the griddle. A hearty scraping with the fish slice only serves to concertina the amorphous mass into a heap, and even if you manage to flip it over, it will never be a thing of beauty!
But by golly, does it taste good! Hehehe! I know - I've acquired a certain liking for them over years...hot, in the fingers, no lemon, no sugar, straight-from-the-pan-heaven!