In which Pwi makes them Pancakes!

Food Network is my favorite channel in the whole wide world. What can I say, I simply love watching people cook! Every time I see Rachel Ray, Bobby Flay, Chef Nobu Matsuhisa ( Iron Chef), the cast of Top chef, or any  good chef for that matter, rustle up some magical food art, I'm completely blown away...and needless to say I'm racked with food cravings post, almost always.Everyday to be more precise!*groan*

On this particular day I watch Nigella Lawson whip up a steaming batch of totally yummylicious pancakes and I realize that I must at all costs have some! I look around me and gather, there's just me and my empty pit for a stomach that's lusting after pancakes that's around.Sniff!Where's my fairy godmother/ genie when I need him/her the most:( So depressing. No amount of tapping the milk can in front of me with a spoon will cause fairy dust to fall from the ceiling and magically transform the can into Curtis Stone-the hunky 'Take Home Chef'!
BoooHooo.

So I do what anyone who sees a lost cause does- I don the apron and set to work. 

I find Betty Crocker's pancake secret. I love you, Betty! So I take a cup of flour , a tbsn of baking soda , 1 tspn of salt , 3 tspns of sugar ,  a teeny-weeny tbspn of butter,  1 egg , 150 ml of milk and put them in a large bowl and whisk them silly. Then I transfer the concoction to my precious Kenwood mixer and blend away until all smooth.Add extra milk if the batter looks super thick. And then I transfered the batter  back to the large bowl and  use my electric beater until it's all frothy and pancake-batteresque. It felt and looked like all hell had broken lose in the kitchen but it was nothing that reams and reams of Kitchen Tissue could not contain.

And now for the moment of truth. You see, I've tried my hand at making Dosas and failed miserably. The darn thing never makes a perfect circle. I make holes in them. It sticks to the pan. It comes out too dark. My list of Dosa woes..oh so plenty! So with my heart full of trepidation I  pour some peanut oil onto the non-stick skillet ,send a quick prayer heavenward, turn the stove on medium flame and scoop up the batter and spread it gingerly on the pan.It's a perfect circle. It is. And then I turn em to the other side and it's not entirely black. Whoohooo!!!

Hallelujah!!!! It's a pancake! And it seriously looks like one. I get carried away and the pancakes pile on. I pour a ton of maple syrup on it with  pure , undiluted , unadulterated joy. Such bliss. To make the whole act even more sinful... I pour the melted slab of milk chocolate all over it as a finishing touch.

Well , it's all because the heart wants , what the heart wants.