Raise your hand if you’ve ever made pancakes.
Raise them if you’ve ever made pancakes from scratch.
Keep them raised if you had to convert the measuring system your used to having into an entirely different one.
Keep your hand up if you had, in your opinion, too many cooks in the kitchen.
And finally, if you’ve experienced all these at the same time, just stand up and take a bow.
That’s a bit how my night went Friday, December 14…
By the time I flipped my pancakes onto the plate, it didn’t feel like too many cooks. The different measuring system wasn’t quite so daunting.
One of my placement sites here in Piliscsaba is Tanoda, an after school program for Roma students, and last Friday we had our Christmas party! Towards the end, we made “American palacsinta” courtesy of yours truly. As amazing it was to bring bit of home to my new friends, it was also super frustrating.
Firstly, I had to double the portion size since there were way more people than I expected as well as try to convert tablespoons to grams, but thankfully their measuring cup already had cups on it. I also had to convert my annoyance into patience, which was really hard.
To be complete honest with you all, I’ve never made pancakes from scratch before — Aunt Jemima box for the win! So, trying to stay calm while attempting to do mental math (and if you know me, you know I hate math) and answer questions and try to not be angry at the kids’s insistent “I wanna touch and move everything on this table” behavior, all while not wanting to screw up making American palascinta for the first time for them and me, was really, really, really not-easy. Like, the opposite of easy. Hard. It was hard.
My friend Hinny (hi-knee), and English teacher at Tanoda, helped me with melting the butter. Google helped me with converting measurements. The kids helped me crack the eggs and mix the ingredients. Máti, the director of Tanoda, helped me light the gas oven.
There were lots of laughter, especially when the kids tried to flip the pancakes. There were smiles of joy as they ate the pancakes. Unfortunatly, maple syrup is expensive in Hungary, so the kids sprinkled some cocoa powder on top instead.
Overall, it was an amazing night! There was a man going around taking pictures, and as soon as I find them, I’ll share them with you all 🙂
P.S. Here’s a pic of me experiencing my first Hungarian snowfall! Somehow, I got more snowflakes in my eyes than on my tongue