Well, after the dentist and going through emails both work and personal, flicking through the TV dial, making the bed and pacing like a caged Tiger, Doug finally wanted lunch.
Hmmmm, lunch, with a mouth full of stitches...... pancakes, we settled on pancakes.
When you stay in one of these apartment/hotel rooms they supply the basics - a couple of pots, a pan or two, 3 forks, 4 spoons, 4 knives. One bread knife, one long knife that really can't cut butter, a can opener, spatula, salad set. Some plates and cups and that's it. Seriously. No measuring cups or spoons, no corkscrew (okay, I am now officially a fan of boxed wine), no whisks, no spice rack. IWANTMYKITCHEN. sorry about that.
We have boxed pancake mix, ugh.... boxed pancake mix.... I'm using boxed pancake mix. horror of horrors.... b o x e d p a n c a k e m i x....
No measuring implements -- wing it. I can only thank God that most of my cooking is done sans measuring - I've developed a pretty good eye.
Out came the "half butter" --- don't ask, I don't know - it's not butter and it's not margarine and it doesn't ask like lard or anything else I've ever dealt with. First batch of pancakes in the trash... speaking of that --- IWANTMYDOG -- yes, Phoebe would have happily munched on those pancakes.
Batch two - much better -- THEREISNOCOUNTERSPACE -- gave Doug his pancakes and started some more -- no griddle, small pan means small pancakes. Used "real butter" for the pan, much better. Used the "half butter" on the pancakes.
Doug came "in" the kitchen for more - holy cow - now there is no room at all to move, then he started laughing --- hahaha - yeah, just like Ralph and Alice Cramden...hahaha, great - it's much funnier on TV....
Can't wait to see what we're going to do about dinner, but dinnertime will take YEARS to get here.
Funny! To the moon Alice to the moon!
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