By Nancy King
I generally like to believe that a woman can do a man’s job (unless it involves lifting something really heavy, in foul weather, or wearing a hideous uniform).
But, when it comes to Sunday mornings in our house, there’s something I can’t do: make my husband’s special-recipe, freakishly yummy pancakes. And frankly, I’m happy not to. There’s the Sunday Times to read, after all.
So all was well until I stumbled on a new product at the grocery store: the Batter Blaster. With a name like that, I had to investigate further. Turns out, it’s organic batter for making pancakes or waffles, and it comes packaged in a slender, upright can that’s a dead ringer for Reddi-Wip. Totally irresistible.
And totally easy. Just shake, point, and blast a bit of batter onto a preheated griddle, skillet, or waffle iron. And one minute later–on a Tuesday–my daughter had hot, golden pancakes to eat before heading to school. How’d they taste? “Really good,” she said, “but not better than Daddy’s.” OK, I can live with that.
It feels good to level the playing field. Now, I just have to cozy up to the grill.
Batter Blaster, available at Stop and Shop.