For some unknown reason, I wanted pancakes. I'm not going to share the recipe I used only because it wasn't fantastic and I'm sure a better recipe is waiting for me to find it somewhere out there on someone's site (someone named Martha Stewart). But it was a good enough recipe to get into the practice of beating my own egg whites; would you believe this was my first time doing it by hand? I know: I'm spoiled. There's only one egg in the recipe so it really, really didn't make sense to use the electric mixer, so I pulled out my little whisk and whisk, whisk, whisked away until I had stiff peaks. It didn't take nearly as long as I'd thought, but my forearm was starting to feel the strain (oh come on: I said it was my first time) - and I learned I'm not an ambidextrous whisker - yet.
Like I'd mentioned, the pancakes were only okay but my husband was sweet enough to say he liked them, and in my typical impatient fashion, rather than waiting for the pan to heat up slowly, I cranked it and thus "over-browned" my first pancake. Okay I over-browned the first two pancakes. But the other two were perfect - and I mean perfect.
Finally, I close with a picture of my cat Kiwi - reading the newspaper.
