..but we do have pancakes in a can.

Just squirt, cook and eat. It's that easy. While humankind has yet solve the whole war/poverty/celebrity worship thing, at least we can slouch towards the apocalypse with cans of Batter Blaster held high.

It took me a few tries to get the hang of it. After three thin, burnt pancakes wound up in the trash I decided to read the instructions. My next attempt turned up as light and fluffy as anything I could make with Bisquick, water and ninety additional seconds of effort.

Here's to you, Batter Blaster. While you may not be absinthe you certainly made my weekend 10 - 12% more enjoyable.

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