Epic Fail

I should know better than to think that I (with my limited cooking skills and "I hate cooking" attitude) could replicate a tasty dish from a local resteraunt. But I thought tonight could be the night.

Last weekend Scott and I enjoyed a late breakfast at Amatos. They were featured on the "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives," so we knew it would be worth it. Being the carb-lover that I am, I thoroughly enjoyed the Ricotta Berry pancakes. Both Scott and I have been talking about them ever since (you're surprised to hear that, I know).

Today my dear friend Kate (who is a fantastic cook) suggested that I look up a recipe for them on the Smitten Kitchen website. In a nutshell, Smitten Kitchen is a blog written by the woman who is on the quest to find the "best" recipe for everything. For example, there is a S'mores pie recipe on the blog that is divine...complete with homemade marshmallows. Generally I would consider this website completely out of my league (Martha Stewert endorses/supports this woman, just to give you an idea) but the recipe looked easy. Six ingredients, all items I recognized, and instructions that I thoroughly understood.

I was mentally eating the pancakes as I mixed the batter. Not quite the consistency I was expecting, but maybe they'd bake into what I was expecting, right? Wrong, unless what I was expecting was a mashed potato-like pile of goo with blueberries in it. Such a shame to waste blueberries like that. Turn the heat down, thinking the outside was cooking faster than the inside. No luck. Make the pancakes smaller. Still no success. Turn disgustedly away from the oven and have Scott take over. Still nothing...which I was secretly glad for because I would've been upset if he somehow made it work. Childish, I know. Just being honest here.

Scott, being the kind husband he is, ate a couple, commenting (supposedly) that they "really aren't that bad." Thanks. I dumped the batter in the trash and poured myself a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats. Better luck next time...if there is one.