When Tom called me last night to say that he wouldn’t be home for dinner (he had spent the day with clients outside of Philly), I was a little irritated. I’d had an incredibly frustrating day, Ella was currently throwing a temper tantrum, and I had planned on making a dinner that she would most likely not touch (chicken tikka masala). I generally keep a few things on hand that Ella will eat without a fuss, for situations just like this (pizza and spaghetti mostly), except that we happened to be out of everything Ella-friendly except for mac ‘n cheese. Normally, I’ll suck it up and eat the abnormally orange food, but it wasn’t sounding even remotely appetizing, so I started a search through the cupboards. The only other option I could come up with was pancakes, which sounded good to me, and Ella approved as well.
Tom is usually the pancake-maker of the family, but I’ve done it a few times, and because I have memories of my Grandpa Craig making animal-shaped pancakes, I always try to do the same. It’s only been mildly successful until a few months ago, when I decided to fill our old honey-bear with the batter – so much easier to squeeze out something that at least slightly resembles the image I was going for. Even so, I mostly stick to rabbits and Mickey Mouse heads, sometimes throwing a heart or a star in for good measure. This time though, I let Ella choose what she wanted. She was more than happy to stand on her chair, throwing out suggestions. I attempted them all – some with pretty sad results, but she didn’t seem to mind. We topped them with berries, powdered sugar and a little lime juice (she wanted hers “on the side – for dipping, mom”). So much better than mac ‘n cheese – we may need to declare pancakes as the new choice for our Mom and Me dinners – after all, spaghetti is great, but the logistics of making it in the shape of a teddy bear are pretty daunting.
(teddy bear and a snake – interesting that the bear turned out much better than the snake, which just looks like a squished “M”)
(that was supposed to be a cat – but it went all sorts of wrong – so I turned it into a squirrel, and a turtle)
(my second helping – a kitty face, a parallelogram [we also had triangles, squares and hearts] and another teddy bear)
(Ella loved them – and I’m sure the demon-dog behind her would have liked a bite too, but unfortunately for him, nothing fell on the floor.)