The last day I made pancakes....EVER.

After a lovely Memorial Day weekend, filed with cupcakes, black bean burgers,blueberry shortcakes with Lemon and Thyme Biscuits, corn on the cob and anything else me and shmoops' mind could imagine, I decided to make pancakes for the family brunch. Before we all headed back to work and school and the "real" world.
one of the first cooking endeavors I ever embarked on was making pancakes. One Easter back on Ardsley street, when i was a wee sunny robot, I wanted to make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Blissfully unaware I put the entire bag of chocolate chips in the batter. I love chocolate as much, if not more as the next guy, but it was basically fried chocolate with speckles of pancake batter. awesome.
I then got into my head that i was very good at making pancakes, and would invite Brandon over for Pink Pancakes with Whipped Cream instead of syrup. Ah, to be young and foolish.
In the years that followed, no one ever told me my pancakes were rubbish, and I even volunteered to feed the entire camp at Billstock(a tradition my father and his childhood friends will never ever break)
So, for some reason I thought pancakes were a staple of my culinary past, present and future. However, after last Monday, I will never make pancakes again. And this is how it went down.
First of all, a telltale sign that I am not pleased is this face:

And this is before it even got underway! Grumpy, sweaty, hungry, expletives racing out of my mouth faster than the horses in the Kentucky Derby.
I made the pancakes from a pre-made batter and buttermilk, not exactly a difficult process.

At first i made the batter too thick, the pancakes were consistently coming out burned on the outside and VERY uncooked in the middle. Out they went! Not even Molly wouldn't eat them, and she eats almost anything. (except for dog food)
So then I thinned out the batter, and it started going much smoother. Except for the fact that they took


for.




ever.

It was insane. my family was starving, I had plowed through about 7 cups of coffee; I honestly have no idea why they took so long, I blame most of it on my profound impatience. I covered them and they cooked much more evenly and swiftly, so that was nice.

But after 45 minutes(!!!)I only got about 15 "good" ones. And I didn't eat a single one...out of spite.
I don't know why this pissed me off so much, but I remember exclaiming, and meaning "I AM NEVER MAKING PANCAKES AGAIN!"

so there.