Doing The Mix Not So Proud
I did something incredible today. I switched on the stove & I cooked something.
I bought a pancake mix. I’ve never made pancakes or any other acceptable food in my life so I bought a pancake mix. A vegan buckwheat pancake mix, no gluten, wheat, dairy, egg, yeast, soy, nut, added cane sugar. So me, I know. Wholesome, or others like to call weird.
I’ll tell you something even weirder. I’d planned to make carrot pancakes. Uh huh. Not top of anyone’s favourite pancake list I know. But why make something similar to what I can order outside?
Any way, the idea of pancakes came tugging at my every vein & taste bud ever since that phenomenal pancake tasting which I cannot name. & carrot as my choice because I happened to have read a carrot pancake recipe (which looked palette-ticklingly awesome) & since there is always carrots in my fridge, why not. So I studied the recipe on the pancake mix box. & tried my best to stick to the measurements. The first batch of carrot pancake (I made one) came out nasty (see, lucky to have made only one). Thrash. Why? Too much oil & I forgot to add milk. Great. So the second batch I followed the measurements I did previously according to my memory. & by memory I meant free-style ok. It was amusing. I added soy milk (a little too much, whoops! But the box said it was ok if you wanted the pancakes thinner) & this time bananas because I ran out of all my grated carrots. Oh yes, by the way grating carrots was scary. Grating anything is worrying! I’ve never grated but if you’ve I guess you’d have worried every nano second your nails/ fingers if they’d be grated all together too.
Back to my second pancake, the banana one. & since this batter had too much soy milk, it spread out thinner. Any more fire to it would have turned it into a Korean crispy version, you get me? Any way, it had the slightest fluffy texture to it (or I might just be really biased since I was the cook), other than that, only edible because of the sweet bananas & manuka honey. Yea, I substituted maple syrup with what I readily have.
Since the first was a fail & the second a half fail, I wanted to do a third for my mom! How sweet? Not really, I just couldn’t take my own pancakes anymore. Haha! Needed someone else to test try.
Me “You want pancakes?”
Mom “Wah! YOU? Cook?”
Waited for response…
“Oh pancake ah? Pizza is it?”
Which is more fail? Me in cooking or a mother who thinks pancake = pizza? Any way, she wasn’t hungry so no point making another pancake which I didn’t want to eat myself. & so the beautiful night ended with my pancake-for-supper endeavour. Let me know if you’ve any tricks to a fluffy puffy one! What I made looked so different plus my phone was charging elsewhere I didn’t snap a picture this time.