The husband is renowned for his pancake making abilities. Actually, when I first became acquainted with him, it was his skill with breakfast foods and assorted baked goods that stood out. I am not so talented. While I make a select few savory items quite well, and the odd sweet one, pancakes have never been my specialty. As evidenced by this morning’s escapades. The husband prepares his pancake recipe from memory. I, on the other hand, scrounged through our cookbooks until I found the least complicated candidate. The classic pancake recipe from How it All Vegan. Maybe in other hands there would have been a better outcome. But in mine, well, my Dad always said I had Frankenstein hands. First off, I did not overstir the batter. I swear. But there is the flipping problem. When it comes time to turn the hotcakes over it’s like I’ve suddenly been stricken by palsy. The pancakes end up on top of one another, the sticky, uncooked batter bonding them all together. Or, worse yet, they are flipped right out of the pan and on to the floor. And this recipe took my by surprise…when the little suckers started swelling to the thickness of bricks. Thankfully the little man isn’t too picky, and the husband says little.