I am not a bad cook.
I was exposed to culinary magic when I was ten or eleven. I’ve cooked for large parties, and consistently cooked for my family of eight. I’ve tried crazy recipes, learned tricks of the trade, and developed my own methods of creating successful (or at least edible) foods. Despite all of this, I cannot, for the life of me, cook pancakes.
I don’t know why. Really. I try every different technique I can think of, but they always get burned or come out all doughy or lopsided or something. Always. So when I decided that I needed to bake and freeze a large batch of pancakes for when I leave for Florida, disaster naturally followed.
Perhaps I should mention that I didn’t sleep again last night. Not. At. All. I’d like to blame Pintrest, which is what I idled away my time with, but really it was my talkative brain again. Around 4:30 this morning I decided I should start baking, start doing something productive. Hence the pancakes. Which weren’t initially productive.
I tried a different approach after ruining the first few pancakes: I turned the burner to the lowest it would go and let them take their time cooking.
I don’t know how all the repetitive motions of the kitchen didn’t put me to sleep standing up. The continual chops of the knife, the constant sound of the rolling pin, over and over and over. I feel like I’m in a trance; I know I’m awake but it doesn’t really feel like it.
I can’t even say I enjoyed baking today. I just stood there going through the motions wondering what was wrong with me and why I could lay down with my eyes wide open at three in the morning and not even feel tired.
In retrospect I think maybe my subconscious was keeping me awake because of this:
That is my piano. It is here. There’s a couple molecules of excitement inside me trying to get my whole body excited, because I’ve been waiting for this day for a loooong time. However, those molecules need some sleep first.
Here’s to waking up with excitement like it’s Christmas morning!
[I might not blog for a long time. My fingers will be adjusting to a new keyboard. Adios.]
[Title from No Sleep Tonight by Faders, Inc.]