In recent days, I made pancakes for my friend, Brian. In an effort to make the perfect pancake, I botched an entire batch. I don't even know how to make them circular - not to mention the fact that I charred the chocolate chips and flipped the flapjack before it was flippable! An absolute mess.
Brian, so smug with his mouth full of imperfect pancake, said, "I hope the Peace Corps sends you to a village with restaurants!"
That hurt. Cut me to the core! Maybe my griddle cakes aren't always golden, fluffy or round. Perhaps my pancakes need some pizazz (wow, I'm really getting heavy with the alliteration...honing in on my Dr. Seuss skills)!
It's true. I'm in trouble. I need to learn how to cook...yesterday.
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