The poor pizza ball (that was an awesome descriptor, Laurie) and the pizza-peel weilding chef! I don't know what was funnier, the actual event or the comments about the event. So funny. For the record, Andy does make very excellent pizza regularly, but this one just went all kinds of wrong, poor darling. Props for the effort, and I do feel a little bit bad about the pointing and the laughing, but he's tough, and where is the fun in stabbing yourself in the hand and destroying about seven dollars worth of mozzarella cheese if there's no one there to point and laugh! And take pictures! Otherwise it's just plain tragic!
Pancakes, as promised, are hard to mess up too much (after the first one). This is the blue egg of Franny, the hen belonging to our friend Nicole, who gifts us with the most beautiful perfect little eggs, all labeled in their little carton to show us who laid what. Such a nice present. The yolks are such a nice deep yellow and the shells are hard to crack (good). I made these eggy pancakes with all of the eggs.
1 c. flour
1 tablespoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 c. milk
a little bloop of vegetable oil
Whisk eggs, flour, sugar, and salt together into a smooth paste. Slowly whisk in milk until just combined, then add a bit of oil (just to keep them from sticking) and stir again. Ladle or pour the batter onto the non-stick griddle over medium heat, and tip pan to swirl batter into a thin circle. Flip when edges look dry.
I like mine plain with a sprinkle of granulated sugar and a blueberry or two rolled up inside. Lemon is nice. Andy likes his with a sweet pink paste made of butter, raspberry jam, and powdered sugar, the way he used to eat them as a kid (though they probably used lingonberry jam at home?). Butter and hot syrup works for me, too.
It's all good. I LOVE PANCAKES!!!!!!!!!!