Machine roars and begins to turn…to spin milky-sugary-eggy (eggy?!!) mixture…salt, oil and flour got drawn into a whirlpool one by one and interblended into pale yellow-ish mixture…off-white air foam appears on the surface, squeezing out from under the lid with a scream “help!help!”…but the machine ruthlessly continues until the power is off…until the smooth surface of a rich mix begins to burp with mellowish sound of satisfaction…
She put on spotted red fancy apron…quick look in the mirror – ok, approved. Next thing – most important…headphones…what??? Yep, they are ABSOLUTE necessity! and push cd into player…RF headphones ready – FULL VOLUME…And…[~insert drumming] Here we go!...
Sizzling frying pan…(hmmm…strange association with certain meat)…cheery hissing of an oil dropped in the middle and then spilled evenly around in a magical move of a pan in her hands…Kenny Rogers sings about that women…and since there is no one in a kitchen, she sings too…her feet dance around appointed route oven-table-oven…hands mechanically scoop-pour-distribute…she sings and she swings…and she cooks pancakes…
It used to be time when cooking pancakes was at least weekly activity…it used to be time when we were spoilt for choice of various fillings…it used to be time when time spent in the kitchen was equal the time remained between work time and bed time…and now it becomes fun time...time when you cook pancakes just because you feel like it…just because you have this wish to become a little bit domesticated and sprinkle little kitchen magic for the good times…
And just to prove that this was not some rock&roll dream influenced by the smell of food:
She put on spotted red fancy apron…quick look in the mirror – ok, approved. Next thing – most important…headphones…what??? Yep, they are ABSOLUTE necessity! and push cd into player…RF headphones ready – FULL VOLUME…And…[~insert drumming] Here we go!...
Sizzling frying pan…(hmmm…strange association with certain meat)…cheery hissing of an oil dropped in the middle and then spilled evenly around in a magical move of a pan in her hands…Kenny Rogers sings about that women…and since there is no one in a kitchen, she sings too…her feet dance around appointed route oven-table-oven…hands mechanically scoop-pour-distribute…she sings and she swings…and she cooks pancakes…
It used to be time when cooking pancakes was at least weekly activity…it used to be time when we were spoilt for choice of various fillings…it used to be time when time spent in the kitchen was equal the time remained between work time and bed time…and now it becomes fun time...time when you cook pancakes just because you feel like it…just because you have this wish to become a little bit domesticated and sprinkle little kitchen magic for the good times…
And just to prove that this was not some rock&roll dream influenced by the smell of food:
