This morning started with an intention to create something that appeared to me as an apparition the other night, that of making potato and vegetable pancakes infused with paneer and spices.
A power packed lunch and a new recipe and why let go of a chance to experiment on an in-house Guinea pig and so I woke up early, while it was still dark, shivering may I add because the weather has suddenly cooled down considerably and so I began my endeavours with the recipe I had in mind.
Everything was fine until I laid the flat cakes in the pan and lo! They fucking stuck!!
That was anticlimactic.
Much energy was spent trying to scrape them out of my fantastic seasoned cast iron skillet that never lets anything stick to it.
What I ended up with was a scramble of sorts and I was approaching a meltdown and trying to hold back tears that were ready to start jumping out of frustration and failure but I was told they smelled incredible and that I should pack them just as and even though I had not the heart to pack something so unsightly I did after getting urged in to do so.
So yes my morning began with disappointment.
How often can one say that?
I'm going to workout and burn all the anger I currently harbour.
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