Thursday 8th August 2011
All I wanted to do was make a quick lunch of savoury pancakes with my new pancake flour that I brought back from our holiday in Holland. Unfortunately you don’t always get what you want.
To my surprise, my new special 2 kilo bag of flour, that I insisted I jammed into my already bursting at the seams suitcase, was wholemeal. No problem, I can roll with the punches. So I make up my first batch of pancakes batter. A cup of flour, a cup of milk (Soya) & an egg.
I’ve had my cast-iron pan for years. It’s well worn & I’ve had no problems with anything sticking but of course today the laws of gravity were against me. Try as I might, that first pancake was stuck fast…& the second…& the third.
It was 27°C outside & I had my gas ring burning for England.
I was sweating.
‘A change of pan may produce better results’ I thought. So I decided to try it in my non-stick wok. It stuck! Time to dump the batter & try again with what I knew. I quickly made another batch of batter using plain white flour this time & went back to my old faithful cast-iron pan. By this time the washing up was starting to build. What with the pan changes, whisks, bowls, ladles, scraping implements & spatulas strewn over the work surface, I had little more than a chopping board sized space to work in.
I was running out of patients.
I poured my new batter mix into the centre of the pan & watched it solidify on the bottom of the pan for the 5th consecutive time. I removed it from the flame & painstakingly peeled it from the bottom of the pan & flipped it over to try & salvage at least one pancake for my son’s lunch. A few minutes later I removed a raggedy looking pancake from the pan & placed it on my chopping board. Undeterred I waded back in.
Zephy had been non-the-wiser, obliviously listening to music in his room whilst I had lost an hour & a half of my life & 3 kilos in sweat.