This morning I cooked a batchload of buttermilk pancakes, some Brent and I ate for breakfast and the others I bagged and froze for those crazy mornings and quick snacks. My grandmother, bless her, who I always remember when I was a child to have a table full of freshly baked treats, would probably turn in her grave if she could read this, but my pancakes came out of a box. Shock horror! And they weren't the kind of pancakes where you add milk, eggs and oil, no, they were the type of pancakes where you just measure out the mix and add good old water.
They tasted great with some butter and syrup on them, but it got me thinking about all the other convenience foods I'm grateful for where you just have to add water; gravy granules, custard powder, jello, instant mash, stuffing mix, cake mix. The list goes on. I was raised to know how to make these things the proper old fashioned way, if I had to, but I wonder if my grandaughters will have that knowledge. The more I think about it, I realise that we really do live in a world where everything is instant. What do you think?
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