Flour and Whine

I am no longer allowed to make pancakes.  Pancakes from scratch that is.  If it's the just add water type than that is deemed an appropriate cooking level for me to attempt, but anything fancier than that and I'm banned from the kitchen.  *Sigh*

"It's not my fault."  (Whine #1.)  I followed the directions exactly and added all the appropriate ingredients including salt.  Yep, the recipe called for a dash of salt which I must have copied down incorrectly from the web and put a tbs of salt which I whole-heartedly added with a flourish that even Paula would have applauded.

"What did you do?"  (Whine #2.) My son spit out the pancake and proceeded to scrap off his tongue under the sink it was that bad.  Down the sink went the batter, in the garbage went the steaming pile of salty, yucky pancakes.  All day I was haunted by an awful salty residue on my tongue that no amount of teethbrushing could eliminate.

"Get in the car boys, were going to IHOP."

"Why, why can't I cook like normal people?"  (Whine #3.)  I'll be buying boxes of Bisquick in bulk.

(If you have an awesome home-made pancake recipe that is "Jenn-Proof" please feel free to share!)