LewsTherin awakes one morning to a rumbling belly. His rumbling belly, to be precise. Not just some random digestive tract arrayed about his bedroom. No, that would be.....improbable. Rising from slumber, he walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, and coming face to face with a choice. A choice that would normally be solved quite easily. Bacon, or Pancakes?
Now, some of you might be thinking: "What is the point of this inane rambling? Why doesn't he just make both?" "Why is he referring to himself in the third-person?" or even,"What colour are his pyjamas?". Well, the answer is I'm getting to it, for effect, and a blue-green plaid. Now, where was I? Oh yes...*ahem*
He pulls both from the depths of the icebox and places them on the counter top, only to realize...he only has one frying pan! LewsTherin ponders this problem for many a long minute, until a bolt of lightning pierces the ceiling and drives into the heart of his indecisiveness. Why not...make both? With the unending might of the kitchen gods, he raises his spatula to the sky, and fries up the side of bacon. But by no means has his labour reached its end, as the pancake mix still lies uncooked. So, as Heracles and Prometheus before him, he sets to a task so unthinkable, so incredible, so impossibly AWESOME that it shatters anything that has come before. With a half-smirk he pours the pancake mix onto the bacon, followed by the milk eggs, et-cetera, and leaves it to cook, occasionally flipping it in a great display of manual dexterity. After many an age has passed, he returns from the depths of the kitchen with a simple plate, and on that plate lay a seemingly innocuous pancake. But, as his mighty knife sliced is and his great fork stabbed at it, it revealed its deepest secret...inside this plain, golden pancake lay, wholly fried and safe for consumption, the bacon.
Have any of you a strange, wonderful, or weird recipe to share? (Format unspecified)
Now, some of you might be thinking: "What is the point of this inane rambling? Why doesn't he just make both?" "Why is he referring to himself in the third-person?" or even,"What colour are his pyjamas?". Well, the answer is I'm getting to it, for effect, and a blue-green plaid. Now, where was I? Oh yes...*ahem*
He pulls both from the depths of the icebox and places them on the counter top, only to realize...he only has one frying pan! LewsTherin ponders this problem for many a long minute, until a bolt of lightning pierces the ceiling and drives into the heart of his indecisiveness. Why not...make both? With the unending might of the kitchen gods, he raises his spatula to the sky, and fries up the side of bacon. But by no means has his labour reached its end, as the pancake mix still lies uncooked. So, as Heracles and Prometheus before him, he sets to a task so unthinkable, so incredible, so impossibly AWESOME that it shatters anything that has come before. With a half-smirk he pours the pancake mix onto the bacon, followed by the milk eggs, et-cetera, and leaves it to cook, occasionally flipping it in a great display of manual dexterity. After many an age has passed, he returns from the depths of the kitchen with a simple plate, and on that plate lay a seemingly innocuous pancake. But, as his mighty knife sliced is and his great fork stabbed at it, it revealed its deepest secret...inside this plain, golden pancake lay, wholly fried and safe for consumption, the bacon.
Have any of you a strange, wonderful, or weird recipe to share? (Format unspecified)