A while back, I bought a box containing a packet of batter mix, enough for five or six portions of about 6 pancakes. On Wednesday this week (I take no notice of relevant days!!) I decided to make some. Using my talking weighing scales, I weighed out the milk, the water, and the 100g of mix. Put all, plus 1 egg into the beaker and whisked it all together, with the electric mixer thing, and made five pancakes. I had two lemons and caster sugar. By the time I'd finished, there was pancake mix all over the place bits of pancake stuck to the hob and every surface needing a good clean!!! But the pancakes with plenty of lemon were very tasty. When my cleaner came yesterday, she found plenty more places which needed cleaning! I decided not to bother about making any more pancakes, so gave her the rest of the mix.
ETA: I used a spatula too - but since I had managed, quite by chance, to cook them for just enough time on one side, they turned over very neatly!
Sounds a bit like an old music hall number my parents used to sing.
Our parlour wanted papering Pa said it was waste
To call a paperhanger in and so we made some paste
He bought some rolls of paper a ladder and a brush
And with my Mummy's nightgown on at it he made a rush.
Chorus: When Father papered the parlour, you couldn't see pa for paste
Dabbing it here, dabbing it there, paste and paper everywhere
Mother was stuck to the ceiling; the kids were stuck to the floor
I never knew a blooming family so stuck up before.
The pattern was ‘blue roses' its leaves red white and brown
He'd stuck it wrong way up and now we all walk upside down
And when he trimmed the edging off the paper with the shears
The cat got underneath it and Dad cut off both its ears.
Chorus:
Soon Dad fell down the stairs and dropped his paperhanger's can
On little Henrietta sitting there with her young man
The paste stuck them together as we'd thought 'twould be for life
We had to fetch the parson in to make them man and wife.
Chorus:
We're never going to move away from that house any more
For Father's gone and stuck the chairs and table to the floor
We can't find our piano though it's broad and rather tall
We think that its behind the paper Pa stuck on the wall.
Chorus:
Now, Father's sticking in the pub through treading in the paste
And all the family's so upset they've all gone pasty faced
While Pa says, now that Ma has spread the news from North to South
He wishes he had dropped a blob of paste in Mother's mouth.
Chorus: