Flapjack horrors

Yes, I'm back. I got three hours of sleep and there's half a unit of driver's ed left to go. The sleep was an accident. Around 5:30 I decided to take a break and watch the sun rise from the bench in front of my windows. It was the third most relaxing thing that's happened all summer. Then before the sun had fully risen, I fell asleep and didn't wake up till after 10. Then sorely I dragged myself out of bed, discovered I had a bug bite on my chin, and got recruited to make breakfast.

And the massacre began.

I don't have a very good record for making good food and the last time I made pancakes they tasted like spaghetti (no joke. It was so weird. And I made them from a box.). This time though, I approached it begrudgingly but with confidence. I mixed all of the ingredients together, then realized the butter was supposed to be melted, not just softened. So I had to do some quick microwaving to remedy that. Then onto the griddle the batter goes. My confidence dissipated quite rapidly as soon as the first drop of batter started sizzling. Long story short, I got batter all over my shirt and the top of my foot (got into fight with the spatula), smoke was billowing from underneath the griddle, and my family had to joyfully eat a plate full of deformed lumps of burned on the outside, raw on the inside "chewing gum". At least they tasted like pancakes this time. But I tell you, I can cook Persian rice, almost like I have any Persian-ness in me at all. So as long as my future family is willing to forgo breakfast (I can't make grits either. Or oatmeal.) then they'll be well fed for the rest of the day on various rice dishes.

I waste so much time. I guess I should go finish the last bit of driver's ed and finish packing.

This is Jesse James signing off for the next week or so (for real this time). Ciao, Tschüs, Later, Khoda hafaz...all that good junk

♥ j.j.