A Colorful Time

Last Saturday was the festival of colors. This (according to Wikipedia) is a celebration of when Vishnu saved Prahlada from being burned to death by his father.

This happens to be a huge deal here in Mormon land because who loves a wacky party more than a bunch of Young adults?*

A couple friends and I actually had plans to go this year, but somewhere along the way we realized that we wouldn't be making it in time for our chosen throw.  So we stopped off in order to goof around instead.

I visited my first pawnshop  and we explored a huge antique store that seemed to cater mainly towards little old ladies

Down the street from these shops of wonder and fantasy was this charming little store called "Dirty Jo'  Punsters". It was of the uh *ahem* adult variety so of course we had to take crappy camera phone pictures under the sign.

As we were approaching there happened to be three people who passed us going the opposite way. 
One was an older man with some sort of foot brace, the other two were a mother and her young son.

We took our pictures and giggled about how a lingerie store that wants to survive in Utah probably shouldn't creep all the young ladies out.

An old  man in a foot brace walked into the store.

I  looked around to see if possibly this was just elderly gentleman with an injured leg.

Nope.

He had waited until the young mother was far enough away before doubling back to enter the shop'o'fun

Guys I nearly died laughing.

We never did get around to going to the throw, but man, did we have a fun time anyways


*nobody, I can't believe you even had to check.

Steph and Spencer

Farts and Crafts

My friends and I finally started going to the gym.

I mention for two main reasons.

First, I have a giant blister on the bottom of my right foot, it literally covers 1/2 of my heel. I know, that's gross right? Well I was limping all day Saturday and Sunday so I think you deserve to share in on my misery.

Secondly this gym was where I started off on my new art project.

Wait for it...

Here's the dealio; I've been making paper cranes since elementary school so they feel a little ho-hum to me now.  They're just something I do in church or in class when I'm so bored even doodling won't cut it.  They aren't pretty, they aren't art.

Except they could be.

My plan is to make 1000 paper cranes, and to create art projects along the way.  Initially I'll  merely leave these origami creations around campus and take artful pictures of them, but I already have a few fancier ideas stewing up in my head.

Honestly my goal is to make somebody stop and notice something that could be pretty if they just took the time to think about it.

We'll see how far I get before BYU dings me for littering

The Perfect Pancake

I've been trying to decide what to talk about for a while now, which is partially why my weekend post has come so late.

Shall I write about my Pi day and the quick dessert I whipped up?

Or should I talk about my new art project?

Or the Saint Patrick's day plans which may or may not have involved about a  half galleon of fake blood?

With these awesome choices to wax boring upon I had a hard time choosing just one (even though the obvious choice would have been the one that's quickly becoming non-relevant).

This is the best gift I have ever gotten guys, seriously.

So instead of any of that I'm going to talk about the perfect pancake, and how I figured out how to make a lovely non-lumpy batter back when I didn't have a hand mixer.

For those of you who aren't obsessed with pancakes (it's like desert for breakfast folks, why would you not be obsessed with them?)  there are two main kind of deliciousness; the ones that look like buttermilk, and the kind that look like crepes.

My personal favorite are Swedish pancakes, which belong to the crepe family, but work up a little thicker.

The recipe is as follows.

3 eggs
3/4 cup of flour
1 1/4 milk
1 T. sugar
1 t. salt

The trick to getting a non-lumpy batter despite lack of fancy electronic devices is to mix the eggs and all of the dry ingredients together before adding the milk.  This  makes it easier to add in the milk without the flour flipping out and creating a clique to exclude all the other kids.

Now stay with me here, bring a skillet to medium heat and butter it up. Then grate some cheese over the pan before adding a pancake amount of batter. Let it cook for a little bit before grating some more cheese over the top.

Eat it with caramelized syrup, and dwell upon the perfection.  

I've tried this method out with a couple other pancake recipes (with and without my glorious hand mixer) and it seems to hold mostly true.  This old fashioned recipe for instance worked up perfectly when I finally tried alternating little bits of flour with the butter, egg, and finally the milk. I was careful to keep it at mostly a paste until the last of the milk.

Seriously though, try the cheese thing.