It’s just now 8am, and while some are dreaming of a snowy day off, I am thinking about a nice hot breakfast so I can get out there and do what must be done with toddlers. With that in mind, and my parents snug abed in the guest room, I started about a half hour ago to make German pancakes. Let’s make yummy lemon scented goodness AND heat the kitchen to 450.
The batch I make makes two cakes, each in their own pie pans. They were beautiful when I took them out of the oven. They were pretty and puffy and piping hot. Then I set them on the stove to cool. I turned my back for s second, and the Pyrex pie pan BURST.
I… Wha…. HEY!!!!
THAT WAS MY BREAKFAST!!!
I’m pretty sure glass from the first flew into the second. So, I’m hungry, cold and waiting for the flaming hot shards to cool so I can go detail my kitchen. What sucks more than cleaning up broken glass? Hot. Broken. Glass.
Sigh… I want to go back to bed. Pray for a snow day for me, too.