Progressively Pandemonious Pancakes
Straws had been drawn, choices made. The date set for the progressive dinner. Each couple had their dinner course to prepare. We had been allocated to make the dessert course.
What can we make that will look impressive, taste delicious and yet is easy to make? We decided on Hungarian Tipsy pancakes. The recipe seemed simple yet spectacular. We set to and followed the instructions.
Make the mixture The ingredients are few Just a gentle whisk will do Give the batter a rest for a minute or two Then take hold of the handle of the pan Carefully melt the butter until it is just sizzling, Ladle the batter gently in and swirl the pan to cover the surface After a minute, the pancake will start to colour Shuffle it towards the edge of the pan, then flip with a quick flick of the wrist, Toss that pancake. catch it in the pan (or scrape it off the floor) and repeat
The pancakes were light and fluffy with just the perfect amount of colour and delicate lace edges. It was time to fill them with a delicious combination of sliced banana, apricot jam and a sprinkle of chopped nuts. They looked spectacular on the oval serving dish. It was time for the progressive dinner party to begin.
After feasting on shrimp cocktail starters, wild pork and roast vegetables washed down with copious quantities of bubbly wine and beer, it was our turn to shine bright. Into the tiny kitchen we squeezed ourselves, brandy bottle and matches at the ready.
The idea was to flame the stack of stuffed pancakes and carry the flaming dish into the dining room to earn gasps of delight and wonder from the assembled guests.
Hmmm – well that was the plan.
Many attempts at lighting the brandy were unsuccessful. Several methods were tried but alas to no avail. Dead matchsticks were strewn across the bench and onto the stack. Tempers flared but the pancakes didn’t.
Belatedly ‘someone’ suggested – maybe we have to heat the brandy first. So we put a little splash of brandy into a small pot and heated it on the gas stove. Carefully I dipped a teaspoon into the pot. I set a match to the heated brandy. Yay- that worked but then in the heat of the moment, excitedly and without thinking, I put the flaming teaspoon back into the pot. That was so not a good idea. The pot burst into flames. Pandemonium ensued.
“Quickly – pour it onto the pancakes” he shouted. The flames doused instantly. We tried again – same method, same result. And again…. at which point we were giggling hysterically and falling about in fits of laughter.
“Oh no – just look at that mess.” Feeling a bit like crying whilst laughing, I decided that enough was enough. We carried our burnt offerings into the dining room.
The serving dish was a pathetic mess. There were piles of dead matches amidst brandy-soaked soggy pancakes. They were stuffed but not in a good way.
The party guests erupted into gales of laughter. Some were brave enough to sample our sozzled, sizzled stack. Others not so brave.
“Oh well” the host said. “Our pig dogs might enjoy them”
The party guests trooped out into the backyard to watch. Yeah nah. Those rude dogs just sniffed and spurned the stuffed pancakes.
We decided to drink the remaining brandy instead.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.