You’ve got to be kidding me.
Batter blaster. Pancake batter in a can, like the propelled whipped cream I confess to liking way more than I should. (And yes, I squirt it directly into my mouth sometimes. And yes, I taught my children to do it too. Sue me.) (Er…what was I saying again?)
Pancake batter. In a can. Really? I mean, really?
The thing that gets me is the image of the woman who gets overwhelmed by the hideously overtaxing process of making one’s own pancake batter. (Again, I must ask, really?) Pancakes and waffles are incredibly easy, especially if you take the time to make your own baking mix and keep some around the house, so you only have to add milk, eggs, and oil and give them a quick stir–I can do it literally in the time it takes for the pan to heat up.
That this stuff proudly proclaims itself to be organic just adds to the sort of surreal quality…
(and while you’re at it…check out this site with “Twinkie Sushi,” or this one with “Whole Chicken in a Can.” You decide which is the most bizarre/gross. Got these from Grist’s Twelve Things You Should Never Put In Your Mouth list…)