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Pancakes and Relationships

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The most important things in life are good food, good friends, and even better lovers. In my short, yet intense, last year I learned quite a bit about that last part…and how exactly I manage to screw it up all the time.

Before last year, I wasn’t what you would call experienced in the dating world. Yes, I had gone on a date or two (literally…) and yes I had, had the crushes you lust over for months (only to find out it’s better to stay just friends), but actual dating experience…about zip.

All of which changed immensely in November, from the first date on, I was on a mission. A mission for what I’m not entirely sure. Regardless, I became a pro at the first date. Any dates past that though, didn’t really turn out that hot.

Maybe it was my reckless abandonment, or the fact that I believed every guy I met was my soul mate. But it seemed that whenever I got started on something (more than three dates) it always ended in disaster.

You see, this is what I figured out last night… but with pancakes.

Pancakes are fairly easy to cook right? you pour the batter, let it heat up and bubble, then flip. If you give it just enough heat, and pay attention to it, it comes out perfect.

My pancakes never come out perfect, they usually start as circles and end up as burnt triangles.

I can’t trust that the pancake is actually cooking once flipped, because I can’t see the bubbleness. So I cut into it, making it an ugly mess, usually cook it too long, causing intense burns and smoke. Then when I have destroyed it I flip it on my mom’s old bowl-dish.

After completing the process two or three more times, I turn off the burner, race to my room to stop the beeping and begin to lather my sorry excuse for pancakes in syrup. All the while comparing them to the perfection of my mom’s.

But, what I realized is that my pancakes will never be my mom’s (eventually they will be better), and the more I practice not mutilating them the better they will look (inside and out).

There are about a million recipes for making pancakes, and even though you follow them to a T it doesn’t mean they’ll come out looking perfect. You need to adapt for each pancake, and eventually you’ll create your own recipe that works perfectly (or close to it) for you. Just don’t give up.

Breakfast = I’m Sorry You Have To Live With Me

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I will fully admit I am not the easiest person to live with. I’m bad with saying things like “I hate when you…” or “I’m sorry” or “Goodbye” or “I love you” or “No, we really should pay that bill.” I also tend to get side tracked.

Like yesterday, I almost burnt the apartment down. I was watching the news when I decided I wanted tea..normal right? Well aparrently our tea kettle doesn’t whistle, so I forgot about it. Then took a shower (usually lasting about 30 minutes). It wasn’t until I was half way out of the door when I noticed a horrible burnning smell…

You should've seen it before I scrubbed the inside

I burnt the tea kettle. I didn’t even know that was possible. So instead of dealing with it right then I turned the stove off, put it on another burner and left everything out including my cup ready for tea and the entire living room in shambles, because one room full of my clothes just isn’t enough apparently.

I at least gave Kate warning before we got home.  She wasn’t too enthused.

So instead of saying sorry I made breakfast the next morning.

And brought her coffee in bed. Because if burning the house down once wasn’t enough I wanted to try it again.

It started off as a nice idea, and it was fun cooking. But I kept getting side tracked with taking pictures.

And cleaning off my mother’s plates. So a few, okay almost all, of the pancakes were burnt.

but Kate didn’t care.

She smothered them in syrup and ate them anyway. Because she knows me, and realized that this was my very big thank you for moving to an unsafe neighborhood and over paying for an apartment that is falling down. And for putting up with me.

We finished almost all of them. She got a little camera shy, and asked why I was taking so many pictures.

I told her that, I’m trying to get better at taking them because so many bloggers use their own pictures. I figure that if I can take enough crappy ones there will be at least one good one in the bunch.

Not so much today. But I’m still learning.

And Kate’s still learning ways to keep me away from the stove.