I don't understand people who like pancakes. I mean, as far as I can tell, pancakes are really the waffle's ugly sister. They're flat, bland and filled with little air-u-lite bumps on their surface. Not my kind of breakfast food.
What is my kind of breakfast food, you ask? Well - anything that's NOT a pancake, really.
Seriously. The list is long.
Peanut butter toast with sausage on top
Peanut butter toast with bacon on top
Peanut butter toast with jelly on top
Peanut butter toast
Muffins with streusel topping
Waffles
McDonald's sausage egg biscuit
Carnation instant breakfast drink with only a half cup of milk used as base
See? There are tons of things that are soooo much better than the pitiful pancake!
That's what I always used to think, anyway. Until I happened upon this baby.
We spotted this miracle of an invention in Ogallala, Nebraska. (Who knew Ogallala, Nebraska would possess the pinnacle of pancake appliances?) We were speechless.
I know. I don't like pancakes. But I LOVED this machine the minute I laid eyes on it! My husband - who happens to enjoy a good pancake (oxymoron in my mind, but still.....) - loved this machine. We both just stood there in awe.
It felt like we'd finally hit the time of the Jetsons.
I pushed the button without reading the directions. I just had to. And then the tiny little pancake chefs in the machine got to work. In about a minute (the machine's beautifully crafted sign didn't lie) this popped out.
I pushed it again two or three more times that day. And the next day. And as we sat there munching on the timely little golden discs, I was mulling one thing.
How do I get this baby into the trunk of my car?
I wouldn't risk incarceration for just a regular pancake. No way. But the perfect pancake cooked to perfection by technological wizards who were surely guided by divine inspiration? I'd have risked it.
The perfect pancake machine remained on the shelf, though. It was way too bulky. Plus I'd hate to steal that magical "Oh wow!" moment from any other hungry travelers.
Someday we'll be back in Ogallala. I'll see that perfect pancake machine again. I'll watch in fascination as my pancake is plopped onto my plate. It'll be sweet!
Until then - I'll hate pancakes some more.
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