I don’t know if its just me or I’m anal like that, but I get very territorial in the kitchen and once someone looks over me too much or tells me how to do things twice, tops, I get agitated and give that person the “if you know it so well, then why don’t you do it yourself” look and lose my mood to prepare whatever it is that I was preparing.
Mean, I know. But a necessary evil all the same.
Well, anyway, the transition from being unmarried to married has lead to many kitchen mishaps. For one, I almost lost a finger, remember?
Plus, I am so used to cooking for a household of 5 and my brother is always hungry (or he seems to be), I have had trouble budgeting the amount of food to cook. And trust me; no one trusts anyone else apart from me where budgeting is concerned because I am The Master. I claim so myself because it’s tested and proven.
And then, when I get my budgeting right and convince myself that “3 pieces of chicken is enough to feed the both of you, dimwit, not 5 or 7!” (I mean, how long can I stand looking at my husband’s gorged eyeballs, while he gives me the “ARE YOU CRAZY?” look every time dinner is served?), I have trouble with salt.
I get my portions right, but I get my flavours wrong. I cook the right amount of chicken or fish but I make gravy enough to feed a platoon of soldiers (hyperbolically speaking, of course). But day in, day out, it’s always salt that I’m having trouble with.
Many days have passed since and I have been trying my best to cook when I can. I’m traditional in the sense that I feel some kind of fulfillment at the end of the day if I am able to stuff my husband with good home-cooked food, much to his horror at times because I still do get a ‘lil overzealous with the portions. Haih.
And that means that I now eat more as well (I get hungry looking at him eat) and that has caused me perut lipat-lipat (imagine a multi-tiered cake without any cake stand in your head), which in turn has forced me to do sit ups before going to bed. Night before last, I did 25. Last night, I did 15.
Please don’t ask me why there has been a reduction in number. I’m weird like that. Hahahaha.
Well, anyway, despite getting all worked up and insecure about my expanding midriff, I do still indulge in all the worldly goodness of all things sweet. After all, a ‘lil bit won’t hurt, right, right? Wrong, I know.
Anyways, the point of this entry (when I began writing it just now) was merely to share a pancake recipe which I whipped from ThePinkStiletto’s Blog. It’s mighty easy to make and can be prepared even on weekday mornings before work (provided you wake up early enough, of course).
Well, here goes the recipe (which I improvised because I didn’t have some of the things in my house) –
1 cup flour
1 tbsp baking powder
1 tbsp sugar
a pinch of salt
1 tsbp oil (I feel that one is enough already)
1 cup milk (preferably HL because it already has a vanilla taste)
if not, just add a tiny bit of vanilla essence
1. Mix all the dry ingredients in a bowl.
2. In a different bowl, mix all the wet ingredients.
3. Then, pour the mixed wet ingredients into the bowl of dry ingredients gradually until all clumps of flour have dissolved.
4. Take out a non-stick pan (preferably) and pour pancake mixture.
5. Watch the pancake.
6. The sure sign that you can already turn it is when you see tiny holes forming in the mixture (I know I should be more helpful by giving a pictorial tutorial, but didn’t get to snap a photo, sorry).
7. Once most of the surface is covered with holes, flip it to the other side.
8. And then, you’re ready to eat (please take it off the pan first okay. unless of course you're real hungry)
And here’s a photo to make you drool (hopefully) on this lovely, rainy Friday afternoon.
|just drizzle maple syrup or honey and you're good to go!|
Perhaps you can make it for tea, today!
p.s.: The mugs at the back were wedding gifts. I think that person is my reader :) Many thanks to you for the gift! We love it and used it right away! :)
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