Pancake Porn

This weekend was, well, a weekend I guess. Not too much of note here. On Friday we tried the restaurant that is right up the street from us that everyone raves about and people will wait in line to go to. I'm talking about Hard Knox cafe on 3rd st. They serve, Soul Food. Steph and I dig fried chicken and greens and mac n cheese, so this should have been a no brainer and we should have been kicking ourselves for having lived in the hood for almost a year and not eating there. That is until we actually tried the food. All I can say is, "WTF?" Why is this place such a big deal? I have no idea. I'd have to say we were disappointed to say the least.

On Saturday we dined with a friend who was visiting town at La Provence in the Mission. It was fine I suppose. I've eaten there before but it wasn't worth the trip the second time. The Coq au Vin was just sad. I've made the dish a few times and I'd put mine up against it any day. Although it's been a couple of years since I last made it. So mine might be a little off these days as well. Their Bouillabaisse is ruling though.

On Sunday, after huffing a bunch of cheap paint trying to spraypaint a shelf we went to whole foods so that I could get some ingredients with which to make some butternut squash soup, which I might add was with out equal, (Garnished with a Sorrel and Sage infused oil, topped with cream fraiche. Made a Bacon flat bread, but it didn't have enough bacon. Also lamb with a mustard sauce! Which came out perfect except I wanted a bit more of a crust on top. Should have broiled instead of roasted) and that's when we found it. Pancakes in a can! As soon as we saw it, we sort of looked at each other and knew this can was going home with us. This marvel of modernity has come to the rescue. Too often do I find my self saying "I'd sure love a pancake right now but I don't want all the fuss and muss. I sure don't want to pay those retail prices! Now there's pancakes in a can! First the inter-webs and now pancakes in a can. Jet packs are right around the corner. I can feel it. Also the fun thing about this new sensation is the amount of innuendo that can be inferred from this product. It's almost like they have to know and are just playing a joke on everyone. The can is about 12" in length and is basically a whipped cream can. The name of the product "BATTER BLASTER." It even highlights easy clean up by instructing you to "wipe the tip" after use. Ok, admittedly it's not that funny on the surface. Kinda a little bit frat humorish. Maybe if you explain the parallels to a classroom full of 12 year old boys, then you might seem like Dangerfield in his prime. For me the amusment is based on me imagining it's a marketing team full of Fight Club devotees who are not talking about Fight Club but rather are making certain that there will be awkward moments of silence when Hockey Mom's (note hockey instead of soccer in an attempt to seem current) across the country talk about the "Batter Blaster" in front of their kids on a Saturday morning. In my house this would have been psychologically damaging beyond compare.