Making pancakes...

Verena didn't have the best of days yesterday, so this morning when I got up I thought, "I know, I'll make her breakfast! It'll be splendid, she'll come down from her shower to fresh berry-filled pancakes and everything will be so cheery!"

Except, that's not exactly how things went. Instead it was more your stereotypical "kids make breakfast for mom and mom looks at kitchen and sincerely wishes kids would have stayed in bed longer" type of event.

Well, maybe not that horrible, but close.

It started out ok - I'd showered and dressed and gone downstairs to begin my nefarious plan when I heard Verena head into the bathroom. So far, so good - that meant I had about 30 minutes till all needed done. So I made some coffee and decided to water some plants, too, just to test out adding a mid-week watering to some that don't seem to be appreciating the once-a-week care they get from me. Except that one of the plants apparently rejected (and has been rejecting) all water (which might explain why it's looking unhealthy). The water all came pouring out over the base and under the stereo -- which already had a puddle under it. Hmmm... I went and collected a towel, set it under the stereo, and continued on my way.

Next up, the kitchen. I'd been under orders not to wash up last night's dishes, but I did a few (with a guilty conscience) because they were in my way. Then I pulled out a bowl and the scales, measured out the flour into the bowl, opened the cupboard to get the baking powder out... and managed to drop a container just large enough, hollow enough, and heavy enough to tip the bowl of flour off the scales, catch flour in it and dump that all over the floor as it fell, and scatter flour from the bowl all over the stove. And I mean all over, including over - and under - the cast iron griddle pan I'd already set out in preparation. I just stood there for a bit.

At this point I hear Verena come out of the bathroom and realize I have about 5 minutes left until my Grand Plan is about to be discovered. Out comes the dustpan (after ruling out that a washcloth is not going to be adequate), flour is generally brushed off and then wiped down a bit with the washcloth, then serious mixing and cooking commences. Verena appears as the first pancake (small, tester) with blueberries goes onto the griddle.

Breakfast went fine from there, although I think I'd like a different recipe for American pancakes. For one, preferably one that doesn't involve scales and weighing out flour! I guess for Verena this morning was a double bonus, really. She got breakfast of pancakes with blueberries and/or raspberries in them, AND she got to laugh at me for being inept. =D