Swedish

Last week I decided to make Swedish pancakes. I was a little nervous at how they might turn out considering the first time I made them was an utter failure. I decided to call the master (a.k.a. Mom). I had a detailed step-by-step instruction, it's fool proof. Still, the nerves were going. During the process, there were several calls to mom. "Ok after I turn on the stove, then what?" Here goes lunch. If it fails, I will have Pizza Hut on standby. Anticipation grew as the first batch was poured onto the skillet. I'm happy to announce that there were no burns, bruises, or a call for Pizza Hut. It was a beautiful success. (There will a picture soon. My computer crashed. I guess this should be called "Life of the Struggling College Student")