11 August 2005

Pancake Angst

So ... I first wrote the post below a little over a month ago. I never posted it because I was too proud and didn't want to admit how vain I am in this public forum. But I've lost some of my patina now. AND ... my brother has caved. He's wimped out. And not even to my face. He called my mother and whined that it's just too hard to make pancakes for 14 people anymore, so he'll take care of breakfast on Sunday. Loser!

So ... read on and you'll understand ...

For the second time my pancake formula has failed! This is the second time in a row. I know that might not mean much to you ... and at any other time of the year I might just shrug it off. But at this time of the year ... with the impending annual pancake cookoff with my brother at our camp in Vermont ... the timing is ... well ... rather critical. It's causing knots in my stomach. I might just lose this year. That's never happened before. Mostly because even tho my brother uses buttermilk, he also cheats and uses Aunt Jemima mix ... pooh. Who needs a
mix?! Not I ... said the purist. Especially the purist who would rather use her limited brain cells for memorizing pancake recipes than for (ohhh ... say) the preamble to the Declaration of Independence. After all what's more important??

Here's a deeply held secret that most of my friends don't know. My family knows this, but most of my friends do not. I'm ferociously competitive. It's why I don't play games (like Monopoly or Scrabble) ... because I'm not a good loser or a good winner either. I'm mean. I play to win and only to win or ... I get bored and start distracting everyone with silly stories. But in either case it's no fun for anyone if I'm at the table during a game. In fact, our little family almost didn't happen because of a vicious fight during a game of Trivial Pursuit way back in the beginning of time. But LightHusband is gracious and forgiving.

All of that is to say that I take this annual pancake cookoff fairly seriously. My brother does not. He knows how to play for fun. He does things like put peaches in his pancakes. Who would do something that risky during a cook off?? The LightBrother/Uncle looks around the kitchen and goes with his bliss ... not me. I go for straight up pancakes ... or at best ... Blueberry pancakes.

I don't mess around. And ... the completely unbiased judges have thus far awarded first place to me each and every year. The judges just happen to be LightGirl and LightBoy ... but don't tell anyone. The Camp Queen (mother to my brother and I) likes my pancakes better too, but she's not allowed to say so because she took that vow of maternal impartiality back before the beginning of time. My father just likes pancakes ... he doesn't discriminate. He can't be relied upon for accurate information. He eats too many, too fast, and uses too much syrup - but you didn't hear that from me. Our other brother likewise does not discriminate but it's different with him. I'm not sure how. He likes both of us ... he's the youngest and he wants to be in both of our good graces or something like that. The Outlaws (the spouses of all of us) wisely do not participate in the judging and my brother's children are too young to judge yet. My guess is that when they become old enough, we will griddle to a draw. Maybe by then I'll be old enough to find the fun in all of it, let go of the competitive edge and put peaches in my pancakes for a change. Or how about strawberries?

5 Comments:

Blogger kate said...

Ohhhh, Sonja. You are my kind of woman. Competitive and obsessive about your pancakes! I LOVE it. (please have us over for brunch sometime, peaches or no. Pleasepleaseplease.)

8/12/2005 10:11:00 AM  
Blogger kate said...

Oh -- also, define 'failure' as relates to a pancake recipe. Too runny? Funny taste? or what?

8/12/2005 10:13:00 AM  
Blogger aBhantiarna Solas said...

They were FLAT ... the batter was too runny. It just wasn't ... you know ... "right" ... I can't describe it.

8/12/2005 10:29:00 AM  
Blogger aBhantiarna Solas said...

The kids were game and said things like, "Oh Mom, they still taste just fine." But I know they were just trying to make me feel better.

8/12/2005 10:30:00 AM  
Blogger kate said...

I can relate in terms of cookies. It seems like they never come out right any more -- usually too flat. But whenever my mom makes them, they come out PERFECTLY. So I feel your pain. But at least I'm usually the only one making cookies at the time, so the competitive element isn't there, thankfully.

8/12/2005 01:39:00 PM  

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