I am delighted to introduce this guest post from my sweet husband Tony. Seriously, you haven’t had a pancake until you have had his famous pancakes. Enjoy!
I recently spent a week working out on a small boat with two other guys. Our work involved taking various samples of water and sediment. We did this with a variety of relatively simple mechanical devices. These devices are, for the most part, simple to use. For any given tool though, one of us will have a special knack. We can get that particular tool to work EXACTLY how we want it to, and get better results than anyone else.
It’s a small thing. Everyone there is very good at all the work they do, but each of us has that one task that we have mastered just a little bit better than the others.Maybe it’s having done it a thousand and one times. Maybe it’s just something that works for us. Regardless, there are hundred subtle details… the way we hold the tool, the timing, the right touch… that let us use it just that much better. And while we’re all happy to help each other, we openly acknowledge that we won’t give away all our secrets so that we can maintain our mastery. Why? The person who’s best at that task normally gets stuck doing it, sometimes more than we want to. So why don’t we share? I’m not sure. We’re competitive… yes. We like being the best at something… yes. It’s a guy thing… maybe. Whatever. We laugh about it. We joke about “purposely being bad at other tasks (e.g. vacuuming) so we don’t have to do them”, although we don’t actually do that. And we all get it.We don’t share the details.
The same thing happens at breakfast. One thing I do at home particularly well (not to boast too much) is making pancakes. This is a house of good cooks. I love to cook. Finola is a great cook. N made a fantastic meal a few weeks back of roasted salmon, coconut basmati rice and broccoli. The only thing she needed help with was taking stuff out of the oven. Both B and N love to help with baking. So we’re all good in the kitchen, but pancakes are my thing. And I’m often asked to share the details.
The recipe is simple enough. Mix it together, fry it up. Excellent pancakes. But as with anything, to make them truly exceptional, there are a hundred subtle details. The right pan, the right amount of butter (lots but not too much), the right way to mix it, the temperature, how long to let the batter sit… Maybe I’m totally overanalyzing this, but years of subtle improvements and hundreds of compliments make me think not. I know that if I share the details, I may not have to be the one make them every time. But pancakes are my thing. The answer is… NO.
I WILL share the recipe. But I will leave it up to you to make them every weekend for the next decade to perfect them. Good luck.
1 1/3 cups flour
1tbsp baking powder
dash of salt
1 1/4cups milk
1 large egg
3 tbsp canola oil
1tbsp vanilla extract
One Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored and diced (optional, but not really)