Why that’s right neighborly. I want you to keep it though. Try a box of the rusty nail-flavored flapjacks, my treat.
I suppose I can see why there’s instant pancake mix (I really can’t), if maybe you need to save a bit of time? Maybe? But, see, what you’re doing there sunshine, is you’re cooking. So what sort of having-to-call-a-mechanic-to-change-a-wheel-on-your-truck kind of nonsense is this packet-mix malarkey? Roll up your sleeves, mix up your eggs, milk and flour and make the shit out of those pancakes.
Manly Man Muffin Review:
I mixed up the Dark Chocolate Pumpkin for breakfast the other day. Per directions, just added water, mix to incorporate the dry, nuked it for a minute or two. In my excitement to grow chest hair on my feminine torso I didn’t it let cool down enough and burnt my tongue.
Verdict: Very nice, liked the fact that they have more protein than the typical muffin-in-a-mug recipe, not overly pumpkin-y. One caveat: Most of the chocolate sinks while cooking. I didn’t realize this until I hit the bottom with my spoon. The next time I’ll make sure to fold the mixture after adding the water to see if that helps.
Y’all may have noticed recently that I discovered the sheer ecstasy of fried (or at least warmed) corn tortillas. Now, you may have thought I abandoned my love of these manly flapjacks for a south-of-the-border mistress, but you’d be wrong. A man such as myself can love two (as long as those two are food items, and not women-- hi, honey!).
Today I prepared the foodstuff of the Nephilim, if the Nephilim had at their disposal Kodiak Cakes and corn tortillas.
Corn Fucking Tortilla Flapjacks
Mix + Water
Diced jalapenos
Scoop or two of salsa
Diced greens (lettuce, spinach, or whatever)
Salt + pepper + garlic + cumin + chili powder, etc. to taste, but be a fucking man and spice it up
Pour mixed ingredients into hot oiled pan, making the flapjack the same size as a, wait for it…corn fucking tortilla.
Plop a corn fucking tortilla on top so it starts to slowly cook into the batter as the bottom side of the flapjack gets crispy brown.
Flip, cook until the corn fucking tortilla is crispy.
Top with sour cream.
Awww, that’s adorable! Is it a pantilla or a torcake? 
(Seriously, it sounds damn good!)
Rats!
It’s gotta be a pantilla, because that’s so much fun to say.
I have to get some more of these today. We’ve gnawed our way through 2 boxes since this thread started. My boy (now MAN!) insists on eating “Bear Pancakes” 3 or 4 times a week.
** [del]bumped[/del] punched **
Ever since I first saw this thread, I’ve gazed wistfully at the Power Cakes as I passed them in the Costco aisle, but I never felt the timing was right. That changed two weeks ago when I made a run to stock up for our current armageddon. If ever there was a time I needed hair on my chest, this was it. You want to maintain 6 feet of separation while shopping? Put a goddamn snarling bear in your cart and it’s like parting the wimpy sea.
With all that raw power emanating from the box, it took me a full two weeks to touch it. But I finally did today, and I was not disappointed. The rest of the country can make their pasta and canned soup while I eat some real food.
I’m thinking of using the box to make a face shield for future shopping trips. Yeah, I won’t be able to see too well. But is seeing really the important thing? Do I need to remind you about that goddamn snarling bear?
FUCK yeah!!!
It’s got a bear on the box. And what’s manlier than bears? If you wanna be Real Tough ™, seek out your nearest bear bar.
It does make pretty good pancakes.
Tried some of this in September. So good. Can’t buy it here. 
This reminds me of the manly-man line of soap, deodorant, and so on: Duke Cannon! Not for namby-pamby shower gel fruitflies, but REAL men.
Like the Duke Cannon Big Ass Brick of Soap. ‘If you like things like drinking American beer and using power tools, this is the only bar of soap for you!’ Smells like victory! Smells like accomplishment!
Y’know, it took me a l-o-o-o-o-ng time to realise that ‘flapjack’ meant pancake. In the UK it means something roughly equivalent to a granola bar, but denser and more clagged together with honey, syrup and butter. The idea of flapjacks for breakfast, when that’s what flapjack (non-count noun: “I’ve made some flapjack”) means…could never quite get it.
Or maybe I just wasn’t man enough.
How do you feel about biscuits and gravy?
Ha! The name sounded weird, obviously, but once I read about what it was, I was curious. Funnily enough it’s the idea of that sauce being called “gravy” that I find odd, more than the British/American difference over “biscuits”. Gravy is brown.
First tried Biscuits & Gravy in my late 20s in a diner somewhere round Seattle. It was rubbish. I reckon the so-called “gravy” was actually for patching holes in the hulls of battleships. But I knew enough about food to work out what it should have been…
Got my recipe down now though. My daughter’s favourite meal is “American biscuits and sausagey sauce”. I actually bought a pound of sausage meat today with that in mind.
Well, you did choose one of the farthest areas from the home of B&G that you possibly could.
That’s a fair point! I didn’t know it was a southern thing at the time.
Biscuits and gravy for breakfast can be found all OVER the American West. While it originated in the south — from Philadelphia on down, anyway — I’ve had damn decent B&G in Wyoming, Colorado, California, and Oregon.
I don’t doubt it. I’ve had fantastic haggis in Yorkshire, and awful Yorkshire Pudding. Don’t matter where it originated: if the cook gets it/doesn’t get it, you get a good/bad meal.