Recipes

If I was given a Euro for every time my man asked me what's for dinner I'd be rich. I guess that idea wouldn't ring true considering his money is my money. Hmm for a minute there I was getting excited about hiring someone to cook for me.

A girl can dream, but for now I am stuck cooking the meals, unless he can smarten up his skills or we can make friends real fast with a cooking whiz. Wouldn't it be nice to be spoilt, trying out new meals, and the friend might even teach the man how to cook.

At the moment his cooking expertise stretches as far as the freezer. He can take out a frozen pizza base, jazz it up and 20 minutes later it's on the table piping hot. Pizza nights are great but a girl has to watch her figure!

OK, I'll be reasonable he can make a mean pizza and fry up a steak or two, but mutli-tasking in the kitchen spells DISASTER! He tends to yell out for help, with this tone of desperation that he has botched up the meal.

It's down to me to the rescue the meal and save the kitchen from filling up with smoke. He does try and I shouldn't be too hard on him but I don't want to tempt fate, so maybe it is time to buy a barbeque. At least if he burns anything it will be outside, so the kitchen and I will be smoke free.

On Sunday I got up earlier than usual and mosied on down stairs and got this strange look from the man. It was the look of "oh you're up and oh you're going to disturb (read annoy) me".

As I am such a nice person, I sat on the couch with my coffee trying really hard not to annoy him. With the coffee drunk, and my brain and body now in sync I headed for the kitchen to make him surprise, pikelets.

The last time I made pikelets I had a little problem with the mixture, the pikelets kind of looked like rubber coasters. Two batches later they were still less than desirable so this morning I thought I would try out a recipe that I found online.

I liked the look of the recipe because it didn't call for a lot of ingredients, I had to use a minimal amount of sugar and a little butter to the pan.

With the ingredients whipped up and the pan ready to go I popped the first tablespoon in and perfecto, it looked like we were having nice thick pikelets for breakfast.

In between cooking the pikelets I was running back and forth organising the breakfast table. I got out all the conserves, lemon and sugar, honey, maple syrup and butter to turn them into heavenly delights.

With the table set, the coffee poured, and pikelets nice and hot we sat down to a long breakfast sipping coffee and enjoying the most amazing pikelets we have ever tasted.

This is recipe is fantastic and if you would like to make them yourself you can find it at taste.com.
Definitely a 5 star winner!