Jerk chicken masa pancake

Four ingredients: masa harina, water, butter, egg

I lied. Salt/Pepper, chile flakes, garlic powder, allspice. 

To go with the jerk. 

Psych! These things, the chicken and the vegetables were ready the whole time.

Not bad at all for not having any groceries around here right now.  I have to go shopping but I don't want to. 

Drive the truck

Do the shopping

Meet and talk to all the people

Go through the line

Load up the truck

Unload the truck

Bring it all up

nomnomnomgnom nomgnomnom

Unpack the stuff

nomnomnomgnom gnomnom gnom

Put it away.

Actually, it doesn't sound so bad. 

Masa pancake, beef and bean chili

When I was in High School and thin as a rail, a rail being a portion of railroad track, my parents allowed me to fry up a pancake whenever I wished, morning, noon, night, in-between any meal, before a meal, after one, anytime at all. Folded with jelly inside like a jelly sandwich, my own invention way back there, and I still like that better than a regular pancake with maple syrup, an attitude in America nearly unpatriotic. 

I could have beer too, anytime I wanted, but don't tell anybody. Oops. 

But I was not so advanced as to know that pancakes mixture did not have to come premixed and out of a box, that there was something original that the boxed mix is imitating did not occur to me, for I was born into a premixed convenience-food world.

And to discover this masa pancake so late is truly being slow on the uptake. Masa harina is even easier than pancake mix and more reliable and more delicious and way more satisfying. And it is definitely better for you too, I imagine. But nobody cares about that. 

Cheese on top.

Beef and bean chili.  

Señor DeMille, estoy listo por mi primer plano. 

ARTS!