University of Portsmouth: First Year Diary

Febuary 2018: Part 3- Meals on Wheels: Part 6: Pancakes

As it was pancake day, we decided to make pancakes, as an obvious choice. By my standards, making pancakes is actually quite a dangerous process.
    The measuring out of flour, milk and butter isn't so bad, and fairly incident free, apart from making a bit of a mess. When you crack the eggs for the mixture, that, to me, is where the danger starts. This is because, it is quite easy, although I was lucky that I didn't this time, to lose fragments of eggshell in the mixture, only for them to be cooked in the mixture affecting the texture.
   However, that is nothing compared to the precision needed to pour the mixture carefully into a pan on a hot hob, where, again, I was lucky and very careful not to burn my fingers or any other part of me for that matter. I wasn't able to flip it, it was too heavy, but I had help with that.
   I was told that it is good practice to periodically check how well a certain of a pancake is being cooked before you flip it, to ensure a perfect consistency.
   I used my spreading skills to spread marmalade on the pancake that I made, that was an achievement on top of everything else, but to be truthful I didn't actually like the taste of my pancake and I think I could've done better, but that comes with practice.
   Also, I've always wondered about whether the fact that I was actually born on pancake day, would make me love pancakes a lot or hate them, and I can't decide. Only certain types of pancakes really appeal to me, like American-style pancakes, but it is still a useful skill and a nice tradition to have, thanks to my family, to have had the opportunity to make and eat pancakes, if I so wished,on pancake day every year of my life so far which I will continue to uphold in the years to come, thanks to the skills my friends taught me this time round.