The cabin

Got back from a girl’s night at the cabin this morning. The weather is a bit cool this weekend so no one went swimming. But there was a hammock. And a dock to watch the sunset. And a true cabin – with an old fashioned coffee percolator, a VCR, and a set of antlers over the fireplace. There was also tons of food. We grazed on chips and pretzels in the afternoon. Then we had more chips, smoked salmon, veggies and dip before dinner. Our hostess supplied the chicken skewers. Her invite asked each of us to bring either a salad or dessert. She ended up with six salads, an hors d'oeuvres plate and two Snickers bars (that was Jen’s contribution, but she drove us there so it was all good). We had Caesar salad, fruit salad, cheese tortellini and spinach salad, wild greens with dressing, and Greek salad. I brought what’s become a standard when a salad is called for – my Waldorf-inspired apple blue cheese salad. For dessert, we made s’mores. It was a good night. We caught up. Bitched and gossiped about work. Watched a chick flick.
Then there was more food in the morning. We had bacon, sausage, leftover fruit salad (which was very good) and blueberry pancakes. I helped to make the pancakes, which was fun. The pancakes came from a just-add-water mix, which I hadn’t used in a long time. I started making them from scratch a few years ago because I discovered it was easier than I thought it would be.
This morning, I followed Aunt Jamima’s directions for the mix to water ratio. But then it looked too goopy so I added more water. Which was a mistake because my first attempt at frying the pancake didn’t work out. It fell apart. So I got directions on getting the texture right (“more powder!” more powder!”) and the pancakes were saved. The porcelain spoon’s hint of the day: to prevent the blueberries in the blueberry pancakes from turning the batter purple, wait until you ladle batter into the frying pan and then sprinkle in the blueberries.