Let me start by saying that I know this is a First World Problem. But damn it I’m pissed.
Yesterday I found a recipe for cinnamon roll pancakes. I about died. Two of my favorite foods in one? Count me in. Today’s lunch of fried rice got bumped and these babies made the cut. So I’m getting out my ingredients, bowls, measuring spoons and reading over the recipe. Now just to be clear, Jeff is the cook in our house. He loves creating in the kitchen and could be in there for hours. Me? Not so much. I can follow a recipe but I second guess things and basically just get really frustrated. There is a reason God invented take out, okay?
The filling part of the recipe called for a stick of melted butter, 3/4 cup brown sugar and 1 TBLS cinnamon mixed together to the consistency of toothpaste. Right off the bat I’m thinking “A stick of butter? Melted? Really? Because that will never be the consistency of toothpaste.” But that’s what the recipe says and by God I’m going to follow the recipe.
Needless to say it was an unmitigated disaster. That stupid filling never thickened. Jeff even tried adding more sugar to help it along. Nothing. Nada. Liquid all the way. I was left with craters in my pancakes because when I flipped them over all the filling oozed out and crusted up my pan.
Now I completely understand that not everything works out the first time in cooking. I get it. But I basically wasted a stick of butter and almost an entire cup of sugar. And that sucks. At least the parts of the pancakes that didn’t have crusty burnt sugar on them were good.
Now I have half a cup of cinnamon roll liquid that I have no idea what to do with and I just can’t bring myself to throw it away. So it’s in the fridge. And will probably get thrown away next week. Oy vey.