Making Banana Pancakes

I had the sincerest intention to write about one of the topics listed, but I thought to myself “ write about something important to you—a discovery of great magnitude.” So, I’m going to write about the magnificently wonderful discovery of banana pancakes.

You’re thinking to yourself, “Megan, are banana pancakes a legitimate discovery? Haven’t people before you made banana pancakes? Are they not the object of a quite soothing melody by Jack Johnson?” To these and other queries I would reply, “Indeed. But the point is: banana pancakes are not of this world.”

On January 13, 2011, a Thursday, we celebrated girls’ night at our humble abode, and as the oldest of a lovely group of girls I was quite readily chosen as the chef of our delightful dinner. I am not really a chef. I am not even of cook standards. I am just one of those trial and error hob-nob people, who explore the kitchen like an uncharted arena of discovery. And the kitchen did not disappoint on this bitterly cold evening—it supplied me with the greatest treasure unearthed in recent years. There I was; I mixed the flour, eggs, oil, milk, and vanilla into a bowl and began the pancake process. Now, you should know I have previously experimented with pancakes and chocolate chips—a divine treat—but that was as far as the alchemy that is cooking had taken me. It was by utter chance that I actually had bananas at this point in time, and I saw them out of the corner of my eye and my interest was piqued. I sliced the banana and gently laid it into the batter already bubbling in the skillet. In minutes the masterpiece was finished and I hesitantly cut a piece to eat. BOOM! An explosion on my taste buds. My pancake life is forever altered.