oh, it's a sorry mess, but at least there's a happy ending

So, we had a hankering for blueberry pancakes, Hubby and I. So we figured we could just run to Target and buy that really good, vegan friendly, whole grain with flax seed blueberry pancake mix they have, and that would satisfy the craving.

Except that Target didn't have our pancake mix. They had about 120 apple strudel pancake mixes, but not one blueberry. Which figures, right?

But we wanted blueberry pancakes, not apple. This is when I remember my super awesome vegan cookbook that has yet to steer me wrong. Surely there is a pancake recipe in there.

And, yes, there is. Right on page 31. And we have every necessary ingredient. So we are making pancakes.

Now, let me say, I love this cookbook. I've loved everything I've made from it. But as I was making my pancake batter, I started to have my doubts. It was kind of, um, wet. Runny. Liquid-y. Not thick like every other pancake batter I've ever seen in my whole life.

But I'm going with it, because I've followed the recipe and all.

However, this was the first pancake that made it way to the griddle.

Yeah. That's not a pancake. That's what a wet mess with a touch of flour and some blueberries does when it gets hot. And poor Hubby had to deal with it, because I can not flip a pancake to save my life, so he is the Man with the Pancake Flipper, and there was just nothing he could do with this sad lump of wannabe pancake.

So I started just dumping in flour (like, a lot of flour), thinking that would thicken things up a bit. And the next attempt looked a whole lot more like a pancake.

At least it was flip-able. And as we went on, they got better. And better. And better.

Until we finally got our blueberry pancakes.

I love a story with a happy ending. Especially when it involves me eating pancakes.