On a recent Sunday, I decided we needed a pancake breakfast at home. I got out the package of pancake mix that I ordered from Barlow’s (Black-owned business, check them out; link below.) The pancakes were delicious, but while I cooked them, I was reminded that I don’t make the best-looking pancakes in the world. Ha! Distorted, contorted, misshapen, oh my! Each is a different shade of “doneness” (a cultural diaspora!). But they taste good…so don’t judge me!
Growing up, my mother would make pancakes every Sunday for breakfast. We’d have bacon or sausage and eggs and orange juice; I always looked forward to her pancakes! I could smell them cooking when I woke up. They were always round and the same size, evenly done on both sides. If she ever burned or messed any of them up, we never knew! No matter how much I practice, I can never get them to look like hers – I’ve practiced for years! Ugh…
Maybe I took after my father with the pancake situation. Daddy wasn’t much of a cook in the kitchen, but boy could he grill! Remembering back to the times when my mother was admitted to the hospital for a few days, my father tried his best to ensure that life for me and my brother didn’t miss a beat. In advance of my mother’s hospital stay, my Aunt Dottie would braid my shoulder-length hair in those infamous three plaits I always wore in the hopes that my hairdo would keep until my mother came home. Auntie fixed it so all Daddy had to do was brush down ‘dem edges. Lord, I wish we had edge control back in those days! But like I said, he did the best he could. Whew!
So, back to the pancakes. Yeah, Daddy tried it – he cooked the pancakes on Sunday because he knew we would expect them. As they say down here in the South – bless his heart! His pancakes were all kinds of shapes and sizes! When we got our plates, my brother and I exchanged looks, shrugged, and dug in anyway and they were really okay. Besides, the choices were – eat or starve until Mommy came home! Nevertheless, when I cook my funny-looking pancakes, I think back with fondness about those times with my father – and put that butter and syrup on my ‘cakes and enjoy!
Moral of the story – do your best! If you’re not really good at something, just do the best you can, don’t overthink it. Somebody will view it as such and appreciate it. Perfection is overrated anyway!
Success has a simple formula: do your best and people may like it. – Sam Ewing
Barlow’s (https://barlowsfoods.com/) Check them out and order your pancake mix – they are delicious! Four simple organic ingredients go into the mix – you can taste the simple freshness! #supportblackowned