Finally. With no plans for the day, I could enact my housewife fantasy life, at last. I decided I would make cornmeal fritters for breakfast - a tried and true recipe I've made several times. I encountered a number of setbacks - each one more insurmountable than the other. No corn kernels? Oh well, it'll just lack texture. No milk? Hmm.. ingredient substitution chart found on the web says water with a spoon of butter can be used for baking instead. No baking soda? That's a toughie, increasing the amount of baking powder can make things bitter. And the kicker? I had bought corn flour instead of corn meal. Ooops. So I made regular pancakes instead.
I was doing the dishes - with just 2 spoons and the griddle left to go - and feeling pretty proud of myself when my housemate came back, asked if I had made crêpes and gave me a strange look when I said I hadn't. Apparently, the "griddle" I had used was actually a crêpe pan. And I wasn't supposed to oil it. Nor make pancakes in it. So if you think my pancakes look weird, there is a variety of potential reasons why. The crêpe pan ultimately emerged unharmed, by the way, in case you're wondering.
Despite my initial misstep, I forged ahead and continued occupying the kitchen for several more hours. I was determined to make a Mexican-themed dinner (TexMex, to be precise): machaca (shredded beef), refried beans, rice, and pico de gallo (salsa). The meat turned out edible, but tasted completely wrong, so it would be more aptly named "gringa machaca."
After dinner, I put my practiced dorm crew skills to use and cleaned the bathroom so my housemate won't think I'm a pig (and forgive me for the pan misuse in case he hadn't already).
I was doing the dishes - with just 2 spoons and the griddle left to go - and feeling pretty proud of myself when my housemate came back, asked if I had made crêpes and gave me a strange look when I said I hadn't. Apparently, the "griddle" I had used was actually a crêpe pan. And I wasn't supposed to oil it. Nor make pancakes in it. So if you think my pancakes look weird, there is a variety of potential reasons why. The crêpe pan ultimately emerged unharmed, by the way, in case you're wondering.
Despite my initial misstep, I forged ahead and continued occupying the kitchen for several more hours. I was determined to make a Mexican-themed dinner (TexMex, to be precise): machaca (shredded beef), refried beans, rice, and pico de gallo (salsa). The meat turned out edible, but tasted completely wrong, so it would be more aptly named "gringa machaca."
After dinner, I put my practiced dorm crew skills to use and cleaned the bathroom so my housemate won't think I'm a pig (and forgive me for the pan misuse in case he hadn't already).
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