The Devil Made Me Do It
Last Sunday, it being a day of rest for all decent, God-fearing folk like myself, I got up at the crack of noon and proceeded to make pancakes for all and sundry. Well, every cake I made stuck to the "non-stick" pan and tasted great but looked like there had been a magnitude 8.5 earthquake in the kitchen. I tried turning up the heat, turning down the heat, using more oil, using less oil, and, finally, swearing at the pan. We ate the pancakes and, like I said, they tasted great but looked like crap. When we were done, my husband decided he was going to make himself another one and he went into the kitchen (obviously) and cooked A PERFECT PANCAKE! I mean, it was a work of art! I was bewitched, bothered and bewildered. And not necessarily in that order. HOW did he manage to do that? Not a single piece of batter stuck to the pan AND HE WAS USING THE SAME BATTER AND THE SAME PAN!!!!! I was livid! Of course, I couldn't as...