Thursday, September 16
After class, Kitty and I decided we needed breakfast for dinner. Our only problem was that we didn’t have pancake mix! They shouldn’t be too hard to make from scratch right? WRONG. I don’t know what magical ingredient the box includes that we did not, but I am scared to try that on my own again for a while. Needless to say, our pancakes turned into concrete/rubbery (I know those are pretty contrasting characteristics but bear with me) nastiness. I got so frustrated with one I flipped it out of the pan and across the room. This sparked an idea. Between hysterics from laughing, I asked Kat, “wouldn’t it be fun to just make the rest of these and chuck them at cars?” We were so slap happy we decided we had to.
After class, Kitty and I decided we needed breakfast for dinner. Our only problem was that we didn’t have pancake mix! They shouldn’t be too hard to make from scratch right? WRONG. I don’t know what magical ingredient the box includes that we did not, but I am scared to try that on my own again for a while. Needless to say, our pancakes turned into concrete/rubbery (I know those are pretty contrasting characteristics but bear with me) nastiness. I got so frustrated with one I flipped it out of the pan and across the room. This sparked an idea. Between hysterics from laughing, I asked Kat, “wouldn’t it be fun to just make the rest of these and chuck them at cars?” We were so slap happy we decided we had to.
After choking down some Nutella coated failed pancakes, we took the rest outside with us. Coats on and hoods up, we crouched in the ditch in front of our apartment complex. We tossed the our pancakes like frisbees into oncoming traffic. No worries people, to our disappointment we did not actually hit any cars; I guess we didn’t really intend to. We did not want to cause any accidents.
After our adventure Carleigh came over. We made kettle corn and watched Dirty Dancing Havana Nights. Oh how I long for a culture beyond the American one…
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