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This recipe took about a week of shitty tries and really gross clean-ups to finally get right. And I have to say, I think I did a damn fine job.

Combine these:
Cup of Flour
1/8 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon Baking Powder
1/4 teaspoon Baking Soda

Combine these in a different bowl:
Cup of Milk
1 Egg, whisked
2 Tablespoons Melted Butter
1 teaspoon Vanilla Extract *Secret Ingredient Alert*

Once you’ve got those mixed together, slowly mix the liquids into the solids. I usually melt the butter in the skillet and add it last so the skillet’s greased. This recipe makes four large pancakes (or 8 dollar pancakes) that should be flipped pretty much the second the edges start to look dry. That is, the pancakes should be bubbling for a short while (20-30 seconds) before you flip them.

Also, don’t ever—ever—put in more than a teaspoon of salt. That was a terrible, terrible day.

After extended aisle pacing and deliberation I finally bought my first box of Cookie Crisp back on Friday. When I was a kid, there was just so much hype on TV and yet so much restriction. The commercials made it sound like it was perfectly okay to live on the wild side and eat an entire bowl of cookies for breakfast. But then even eying a box of cereal in the grocery store that was touching a box of Cookie Crisp induced strong rebukes from my Mother. Somehow, Reese’s Puffs were okay but Cookie Crisps were an unforgivable sin in a house that never attended church unless it was a holiday.

So I figured, I haven’t even really been eating cereal much lately, I’m going to buy this and enjoy bachelorhood at its finest. And then I found out it doesn’t even really taste like cookies. I went in expecting a bowl full of chocolate chip cookies but I didn’t expect they would be tiny, stale chocolate chip corn meal things. When I got to the end of the bowl I even found out I preferred the milk to the cereal. I guess I was just really thirsty.

Maybe my mom knew all along it tasted gross.

Trading Places.

Dan Aykroyd and Eddie Murphy? Done. Jamie Lee Curtis’ boobies unnecessarily shown half of the scenes she’s in? Yes, please. Al Franken high? Sold. Jim Belushi as a monkey? Acceptable. Paul Gleeson as a huge dick? Typcasting but necessary typecasting.

All told…fantastic.