short stack showdown

A few years back a neighborhood friend and I had a … disagreement.  Don’t worry, there was no blood shed – a little syrup spillage, but no blood shed.  It was a memorable event that was right out of the pages of Midwest Living Magazine.


We were at an elementary school sporting event in early fall, catching up on anything and everything.  Somehow breakfast or breakfast food was discussed.  I am the king of all things related to breakfast.  So I held my ground, of course.  In conversation, it was casually mentioned that my friend, lets name him Clint for blogging purposes, made the best pancakes.  Blah, blah, blah.  I’m sure he could’ve gone on forever.  However, being a humbled conversationalist, I only let him get one blah in before I had to interrupt. He was mistaken, I make the best pancakes. Ever.  Remember: Morning Scramble, Pancake Palace AND my grandmother’s recipe. All of which I included in My Life As A Retail Pharmacist – A Fictionalized Memoir .

the Challenge

Clint and I are both gentleman.  However, neither of us would dare concede defeat.  So a short stack showdown was the ONLY honorable was to settle this, this … issue.

the date

February was an excellent time to break up the duldrums  of winter and … cook some pancakes.  Clint and his family were in transition, moving out of the ‘hood into nicer digs.  So I had home court advantage.  NOT that I needed it, by any means.

MY recipe

    • 2 cups flour
    • 2 teaspoonful baking soda
    • approximately 2 tablespoonsful cooking oil
    • 2 eggs
    • 1 cup buttermilk
    • 1 container yogurt of choice – vanilla and lemon work best
    • splash or two of water to yield desired consistency

Clint would NOT disclose his recipe.  Pompous fool (Note: sarcastic tone). All I know is that it contained ricotta cheese? Or at least I think so.

the Judges

The Crain family willingly agreed to judge the event.  Fun fact: in a desperate attempt to win over the judges, Clint actually cooked a dollar bill into his pancakes.  Can you believe that shit? The nerve.  I needed no such treachery to win over the judges – My spatula was the only retaliation required.

and the Winner is…

It was a draw.  Truthfully, we knew going into it no ‘winner’ would be crowned.  It was all in fun.  Besides, there were pancakes.  Little more needs to be said.  Though, if a winner was chosen,  Clint would get sympathy points – he has four daughters.  Oh, by the way, there is nothing pompous about mr. Clint.  He’s a good dude.

 next challenge

French toast?  We’ll see.

optional toppings

Leave it to Jack Johnson to pen a song about pancakes.  Bananas are NOT my fruit of choice, but it works.

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