I am married to a pancake artist.
Like many dads, he likes to make pancakes for his kids on Saturday mornings.
But lately he doesn’t make just your average pancake. All sorts of shapes have been adorning the plates. Cats, rabbits, dinosaurs, ninja turtles. Shapes designed to put smiles on our faces.
A few weeks ago we were impressed with his combination of textures and shapes to create this blueberry leopard.
And just when we thought he could not get any better, last weekend he produced the most thoughtful pancakes of all.
See that font? It’s pancake font. Thanks to my friend Lee for pointing this out and declaring that ‘Pancake’ is the new Comic Sans. I can see a huge demand for it – in fact, I’m not sure why I haven’t put it on my header yet. It would look awesome.
Today is Father’s Day. So I thought I’d take over pancake making gig and let Mr G have a well-deserved sleep in. I was feeling a tad confident. How hard could it be? So I took requests from the kids.
Disappointed much? Behold, a dolphin.
A tree. Or a ghost. A ghost tree. A Joshua tree! (Bono would be proud).
In the end the 5 year old said “Mum, don’t worry about shapes, can I just have a circle?”
“But it’s not a circle! And it’s burnt!”
I’ve decided I’m very good at abstract blobs. Especially burnt ones.
I’ve decided it takes dedication and patience to become a true pancake artist.
I’ve also decided that this is why my husband is the perfect dad for his children. His pursuit of pancake art typifies his devotion to them. But it’s only the beginning. I’ve sung his praises before. He is involved, he is attuned, he is affectionate. Maybe this isn’t so rare in this day and age, but only a generation ago it was the exception. And so I am grateful.
And finally, I’ve decided to leave pancake art to the ones that do it best.