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somethin’ that i never did before

yesterday i was in wal-mart (probably my least favorite store on the planet, but it’s about 4.3 minutes from where i live so well, why not…) and i said to myself, “niki, why don’t you make pancakes tomorrow for breakfast?”

now this may not seem like something that would actually take one on the wild side, but it’s wild for me ’cause i ain’t never made a pancake before.

yeah, i know. i know.

and if you’d like to laugh at me further you’ll really get a kick out of the fact that i just bought a roasting pan like three days ago. perhaps i’m finally realizing that i am in fact, an adult.

so anyway, i pulled out my little griddle this morning and threw some bacon on it. everybody in my house may not be huge fans of pancakes, but everybody loves bacon.

then i got my little panny cake batter ready.

you should probably know that right before i started this whole panny cake adventure i googled “how to make pancakes on a griddle.”

i did. don’t laugh.

i’m kinda big on instructions. and you know, i’m glad that i did ’cause i was about to put a rack of oil in the pan. but the instructions i found said to put oil on a paper towel and rub it on the griddle. so i got the bacon off of the griddle and wiped it down with a paper towel sorta like the instructions said to do.

next it was time to pour on the batter.

and don’t ask why they’re different sizes. i’m new to this. that’s why they’re different sizes.

i was a wee bit nervous about flippin’ these things too. i just envisioned batter flinging everywhere and the whole thing just being a huge disaster. turns out it wasn’t. it was all just me. being overly dramatic per usual.

so yeah, the panny cakes came out in varying sizes and shades, but overall i think it was a success. so much so that i made up a little ditty. like to hear it? hear it goes…

panny cake, panny cake…
niki made a panny cake…

and then i just kinda repeated that over and over and over again until i got them all off of the griddle.

dutch came in the kitchen just as i was finishing up and i said, “guess what? mommy made pancakes and it was my first time!!” yeah, i was all filled with excitement and stuff.

and then dutch said, “guess what? i don’t like them!”

time for din din

that’s what my mother used to say when it was dinnertime. oh, blessed days of someone else having to stress over a meal. now it’s my turn and i get to hear:

“so what’s for dinner tonight?”

by my husband, edell.

truth of the matter is our options are quite limited. not only am i not the best cook in the whole wide world, but we’re such picky eaters and really only enjoy the basics. i’m talking about the serious up basics:

chicken (fried, baked, bbq’d or broiled. but only white meat. no thighs and drumsticks for my man.), steak, spaghetti (which my husband is growing quite tired of…), chili, stir fry (with chicken or beef)… things along those lines.

oh, dinner time is sad up in our house.

i like salmon. he doesn’t. he likes black eyed peas, green peas, and lima beans. i don’t. there are a lot of things that i don’t like (like anything with a weird texture: oatmeal, yogurt, pudding, jello, cream of wheat), but mr. edell doesn’t like BREAD, people. who the heck doesn’t like bread??

and he doesn’t like ketchup either. or watermelon. or homemade macaroni and cheese. or candied yams (which i love).

neither of us drink milk.

our pickiness has trickled right on down to dutch. he basically only likes rice, fried chicken, egg noodles, french fries… and that’s about it. maybe a hot dog here and there. sometimes he’ll eat broccoli or spinach. but not often enough. oh, and eggs. he really, really likes eggs.

he has pulled me out of my sleep at 2 a.m. with a “mama, i wan’ eggs…” request.

dutch also likes to chew on bacon like it’s some kind of tobacco. he forms one huge ball of it in his mouth and then carries it around in his mouth and sucks on it. he’ll eventually spit the mass out wherever he sees fit at the time, but that’s another story for another day.

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