In case you skipped the title, I had pancakes for dinner.
It had been a while since I last made pancakes. At one time, that was dinner for two or three days in the week. Somewhere in the middle of last year, pancakes and I seemed to have a falling out. I didn’t completely stop … I just phased them out, even when they bought those two syrup containers that are still here. They just won’t run out!
Since then, we just relied on anything else, or had some food delivered (yum!). Today, after the 6:00-8:00 class, which ended early, I spent a long while trying to decide between spending what money I had on buying some of those empanadas they sell right outside campus (I can count the times I’ve bought food in college), or just going home, hoping that someone bought or ordered something. Anything. Well, guess what I chose to do?
I got home to a lukewarm greeting from my mother and my sister, who were sitting in the balcony, trying to get my baby nephew to sleep.
I asked What did you all have for dinner?, and got the disappointing reply of Everyone made something for themselves. I should’ve bought those empanadas. I was feeling tired, I was hungry, and I didn’t feel like having a repeat of last night’s dinner (canned herring steaks with soda crackers). So, after muttering to myself, over and over again, that I had made the wrong choice, I faced the consequences and went to look in the fridge.
There was little to choose from and, while everything in it was seemed edible, every possible combination of just about anything required a moderate amount of effort. I didn’t want to settle for that instant ramen that we never seem to run out of, so I grabbed the box of blueberry pancake, cleaned up the old non-stick pan mix and got to work.
Like I said, it had been a while, but I was extra careful with the mix and it didn’t end up all watery or too thick. There was no butter margarine or spread, so I ended up using olive oil to grease the pan. That was a first. I generally stay away from cooking with oil because I fear it’ll jump at me.
The end result (to your left) turned out nicely. And the syrup … well, it may have been long past its expiration date, but it didn’t kill me, and I didn’t notice a difference in taste. And so, dinner was solved.
But I still think I should’ve bought those empanadas.
Maybe next time.


























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