One good thing. Patty made breakfast this morning. Or shall we say attempted to make breakfast. Both Andre and I really love it when Patty is in the kitchen. Things drop on the floor, spill on the counter and drip on the floor. You can usually count on at least something happening in our favor.
Today was a Bonanza!
She was cooking pancakes. And you are going to find this hard to believe, but yes, she even messed up making pancakes out of a pancake mix. I don’t know where her talent comes from but there it is.
She got the mixing part down okay. Put some pancake mix in bowl, add some water and stir. So far so good.
Then she got out the frying pan and set it on the stove. Jon said, “Are you really going to make pancakes with that?”
She said, “What?” Then she realized that the griddle she was going for was in the place where she thought the frying pan was and she just pulled it out without looking. She does this ALL the time so it’s not as if I’m telling any secrets here. Anyway so then she found the griddle and put it on the stove, and heated it up. And it absolutely looked as if she had everything under control.
Only she didn’t.
You see, the griddle decided this morning it was going to stick. It did this all by itself. Trust me, neither Andre or I had anything to do with this. We were on the floor, out of the way. We weren’t even near the stove.
I don’t know why it decided to stick. I haven’t seen this happen with Jon but things happen with Patty that well – I can’t explain it. They just happen. And when they happen, Patty starts to lose it.
Just a little bit. You see her sort of wilt around the edges. Andre said he heard her muttering that, “I can’t even cook the dang pancakes right!” but it was pretty low volume so I didn’t pick it up. I was staying on the job though because like I said when Patty is in the kitchen almost anything can happen.
So then she starts lifting the edges of the pancake with the turner and it is really sticking bad. I start to hear some real rumblings now but I can’t make out any real words. She is like, going all round the big, fat pancake and it is coming away from the pan in patchy globs. Sort of cooked, sort of not. And she is sort of starting to lose it a bit more and sorta holding it together.
Jon is not saying a word. He’s watching you know, though he pretends he is deep into the paper. I can tell he is starting to get a bit concerned.
Patty then says, “Well, looks like this first pancake is going to the boys . . . ”
Music to our ears. We both pick up considerably. A whole pancake? Awesome.
Patty continues trying to unstick the sticking pancake. It is not going well.
Finally Jon says, “Honey, maybe we should take the pan off, wash it and put some oil on it.”
Patty mumbles something but nods her head, she is in agreement. Eventually she gets the pancake (such as it is) flipped over so that it can cook on the other side. It doesn’t go any better but it does cook eventually and eventually she gets the second side scraped up from the griddle. Jon is at hand with a plate to grab the pancake and he puts it in the oven to keep warm.
Both Andre and I think it should have “immediately” gone to the boys – but we don’t say anything. Patty is starting to glower.
She takes the griddle over to the sink and turns on the faucet. It steams up and starts making a mess. Jon says, “I’ll wash it.”
Patty thinks this is a good idea. Jon washes the griddle, puts it back on the stove and greases it. Patty pours out the pancake dough onto the griddle to make a couple of pancakes. They stick a bit but not bad. Still they are sticking a bit. Patty starts mumbling some more. She walks away from the stove to give the pancakes a chance to cook.
Jon steps up to the stove and picks up the pancake turner. Patty observes this silently. She is thinking this is a good time to go sit down at the counter.
Jon finishes making the pancakes. They turn out golden brown. Both Andre and I are sure we won’t be seeing any sign of those pancakes.
When the pancakes are done, Jon and Patty eat them. All except for the first one that had the problem.
That one is ours!
Jon gives it to us when Patty walks out of the kitchen.
Everyone is happy.
Both Andre and I are hoping Patty will cook dinner.