Day 5: The Error Of My Ways

I made some seasoned potato wedges today, or at least I did on my second attempt.

My first attempt was going swimmingly until I put paprika on the wedges. This is coming out quite fast, I thought. Oh well, that just makes my job easier. I put the shaker back and caught a glimpse of the label: cinnamon.

If you have never before seen cinnamon wedges in your life, you have now.
Much as I am averse to wasting food, there was no way in holy hell that I was going to eat cinnamon on potato. Into the bin they went.

Breakfast was cereal, lunch was the rest of yesterday's spaghetti, and dinner, apart from the second batch of wedges, was a pile of pancakes.
Now when I say 'pancakes' I mean a combination of flour, water and sugar that is fried in a circular shape. Regular pancakes have milk and eggs, which give them cohesion, flavour, and impart a general fluffiness. I did not have that sort of pancake.

My pancakes were amorphous blobs of sweetened glue whipped into a runny paste and coaxed into a pan. When the bottom had cooked sufficiently to form a thin layer, I held my breath and flipped the frail enterprise.
On two occasions my pancakes came down flawlessly and I clapped my hands in girlish glee. On the third occasion it landed like an economics teacher falling off a skateboard. It formed itself into a sluglike roll, but the malleable nature of the medium was my ally. I slapped it repeatedly with a spatula and squished it with a pot.

Sprinkle with sugar. Serves 1.

Food eaten today:

19c — Oatmeal

42c — Spaghetti

11c — Potatoes

15c — Flour

87c — Total