WinterWrites and a Gourmet to Gag...

 

       Hello Fam,

   I hope you all are doing great. I was busy Sunday so that's why that blog was missed but hey... its Wednesday... The time I promised too and if you remember I said i'd try to sneak you peeks on Wednesdays and Sundays, I did not say certainly 😅. So I haven't much to tell you guys this time but iv'e got a recent disaster up my hands, i'd like to share. Not as disastrous as the lady I fought with but yeah, quite something.

   Alright, buckle up because here’s the latest in sibling rivalry—my little brother is out here living his best chef’s kiss life. And, I hate to admit it, but the kid is legit good 😍. Like, “I’m-not-ready-for-this-level-of-domestic-competence” good. It all started when he decided he was going to sell pancakes to the neighbors. A pancake entrepreneur, if you will. But wait for it... then he hit me with the pancake of all pancakes. -Cue dramatic music- a chocolate pancake shaped like a triangle, stuffed with whipped cream, and drizzled with chocolate syrup. Yes, you read that right: a pancake masterpiece. It was the perfect combo of fluffy, chocolatey bliss, with just the right amount of bitterness to make you question your life choices 😋. Honestly, it was so good, it might’ve actually changed my DNA.

   So naturally, being the competitive person that I am (yes, I’m that person), I decided I had to one-up him. Like, if this little chef could create a chocolate triangle of joy, surely I could do something in the kitchen, right? I mean, who needs skills when you’ve got sheer determination 😏? The gauntlet had been thrown, and the kitchen became my battlefield. Or, more accurately, my personal cooking graveyard. But hey, what’s a little risk in the name of sibling rivalry 😅?

   This morning, in what I can only describe as a questionable lapse in judgment, my mom asked me to make my own breakfast. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mom! Still, half-dead from sleep and too tired to argue, I stumbled into the kitchen with one goal: I was going to make healthy banana pancakes. (Because, obviously, healthy pancakes are the answer to life’s problems 🤤.) I had just watched a YouTube short promising that these pancakes would change my life. "Healthy" + "pancakes" = miracle.

    I grabbed a banana, cracked an egg, and tossed in some vanilla. I was ready to cook, eat, and rub it in my brother's face 😏. But then... the banana wouldn't mash. It was like it was resisting my culinary genius. I tried smashing it with a fork like I was competing on Master Chef, but it was an absolute disaster. So, like any sensible person, I ran straight to my brother for help. After all, he got me into this cooking mess in the first place 😒.

   The kid mashed that banana like he was the chosen one, just a gentle, confident press and boom, perfect mash. At that point, I looked at him, sighed deeply, and admitted defeat. “Okay, fine,” I muttered. “You're the pancake master now.”

   But wait—here’s the real twist. The recipe didn’t give me any exact measurements for the flour. And what do I do in a crisis like this? I guessed. I poured random amounts of flour into the mix, checking with my brother every few seconds to make sure it looked “right” 😐. Was it the most scientific approach? Absolutely not. But did it feel like cooking? You bet.

   Next, I decided it was time to heat up some oil in the pan. But oh no... I overestimated. I flooded that pan like I was trying to fry an ocean. The result? A greasy, burnt pancake that I tried to salvage with not one, but TWO paper towels 😅. But that’s not all—on round two, I thought, “Hey, no oil will totally work!” So I threw the pancake on the pan with zero oil and it stuck harder than my will to win at Mario Kart. By the time I flipped it, I had created... a sad, scrambled banana pancake. The dream was dead 😭.

   But then... drum-roll please... on my third attempt, it finally happened. I cooked a pancake! It wasn’t perfect, but it was a pancake. I took it off the stove, stared at it for a full minute, and then—against every instinct in my body—I ate it. And you know what? It was the most bananey thing I’ve ever eaten 😐. It tasted like... well, like someone mashed up a banana and then forgot to add anything good. It was a pancake filled with disappointment 😔... and yet, somehow, I ate every single bite. It was, a dare I say, and it tasted scrumptiously terrible.

    So while I may not have out-cooked my brother just yet, I can proudly say that I’ve officially entered the world of cooking 😅. It was a disastrous first step, but hey, at least I didn’t burn the house down. Baby steps, people... Baby steps 😊.

   Its not much of like a pretty great tale to tale but like I learned a pretty important lesson. Moral of the story is; Pancakes are a lie 😉. I mean there must be some black magic sorcery that my little brother would've been doing when no one was looking 😔. 

    I've got my online classes to start at 9:00 so ill be going. I don't even know why they bother with online classes though. Its like a game of 'Wheres the student?' The only clues are a ceiling fan, some messy beds and an occasional uh-huh from the kid who's pretending to listen 😐. Oh yeah! and don't forget the teachers cursing under their breath cuz they're the only ones fully present 😅. Don't forget to comment on my blog and share it with friends and family, it really helps support me. If you've got any cooking disasters of yourself, do share with me and if there is a good recipe you got (WITH PRECISE MEASUREMENTS OF LEGIT EVERYTHING) do share with me cuz I don't want to make a fool of myself again if I want to really get that competitive spirit on again. Love you all 💜💙. Byeee!!! ✌✌✌

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