Monday, September 9, 2013
sunny saturday and my first attempt at pancakes.
This weekend was a shorts-and-Tshirt, I-almost-considered-going-for-a-swim kind of weekend. The weather was that good. Seriously, I was walking around, smiling from ear to ear like some over-the-top happy member of the Brady Bunch. I didn't even care that chirping "good morning" to random strangers in the streets got me more than a few weird looks.
It also didn't hurt my mood that there was the aroma of sausage sizzles cooking on pretty much every street corner – a truly great side-effect of election day. Don't get me wrong, I love exercising my democratic rights and all, but if you can cast your vote while you eat a sausage sandwich? Well, that's even better. (Did you know there is a whole website set up to tell you which polling booths have cake stalls and BBQs happening? My sister found that gem. Bless her and her food-loving ways.)
I also tried my hand at making pancakes this weekend. The recipe looked very simple but as usual my batter ended up looking nothing like it was supposed to. How does this always happen? Bakers, I demand you tell me your secrets! Fortunately, as I suspected, once you drown pancakes in maple syrup and cover them in strawberries, it really doesn't matter what they taste like.