Charlie Talltale Flapjacks

Charlie Talltale FlapjacksCharlie Talltale Flapjacks

By William Lawrence Sr.

Nobody knew Charlie’s real name, not even his closest friends. He was the biggest liar in California and probably the smelliest person in Sacramento.

He was known throughout the gold territory as “Charlie Talltale,” and the only reason his friends came within listening distance was to hear his outrageous lies and to eat his flapjacks.

Charlie credited the miraculous flavor of his pancakes to his magic frying pan. He bought it in a second-hand store in Sacramento and swore that it was human.

“It’s a female,” he should whisper. “It grows four or five feet at night and dances. Sings too. Sweetest voice this side of Helena, Montana.”

His audience would laugh and jeer.

“Does it have arms too, Charlie? Does it have hot lips, Charlie? Did you ever kiss your frying pan, Charlie?”

California’s biggest liar would lean back and smile knowingly. His friendly blue eyes twinkled like the night’s brightest star. “I’m telling you the truth,” he said.

One night a few of the old prospectors were sitting around a campfire laughing at Charlie’s preposterous claims.

Old Dutch Martin, who had been sipping homemade whiskey, suddenly got an idea. He would take Charlie’s magic pan and hide it. He got up and, without letting his cronies in on his plan, stumbled towards Charlie’s camp.

Charlie, after making flapjacks that day, had rinsed the pan in the nearby stream, and without realizing it, placed it over the nest of a family of pocket mice.

Just about the time Dutch Martin arrived, the pocket mice decided to leave their burrow. The effort of moving the pan caused the mice to grunt and squeak. To Dutch, standing there boggle-eyed, they sounded like a dance-hall soprano. Then the pan started to move. It appeared to grow feet and dance.

“Whoops,” shouted Dutch. “Charlie was telling the truth.”

Dutch ran back to the campfire to tell the boys what he saw. All the boys were pretty well soused, but since Dutch was known as a straight shooter, decided to investigate his story.

They made enough noise to awaken Charlie from a sound sleep. He listened as Dutch pointed to the pan and described what happened.

Charlie grinned, “Ah, the pan must really like you Dutch, she don’t dance and sing for just anybody.”

Charlie invited the boys to stop around the next morning for the most delicious pancakes in the west. Here is his recipe:

Charlie Talltale’s Flapjacks

1 Cup flour

1/2 Tsp. salt

1/2 Tsp. baking powder

3 Tbl. sugar

2 Eggs

1 Cup milk

2 Tbs. melted bacon fat or butter

Sift dry ingredients into a mixing bowl. Beat eggs until light in a separate bowl. Stir in milk and bacon fat or butter. Then, using a few strokes as needed (over-beating results in tough flapjacks) blend the egg mixture into the dry.  Pour about quarter-cup of batter per flapjack on a hot greased pan. The flapjacks are done when both sides are nicely browned. Serve with butter and syrup. Charlie’s flapjacks always came with bacon.

Charlie, whenever, possible added fresh picked huckleberries to his flapjacks always measuring by a generous eye. Arguably, that’s what really made them a legend.

For a modern twist, use blueberries in lieu of huckleberries, mix a very ripe banana into the batter and add a dollop of vanilla.

 

Charlie Talltale Flapjacks

Pierogie Sales Resume At HMB Church

Pierogie Sales Resume At HMB Church — Pierogie making has resumed at Holy Myrrh-Bearers Eastern Church in Ridley Township and orders are being taken. They can be placed by calling 610-544-1215 or by emailing HMBChurch@verizon.net.

Cost is $8 per dozen.  Please leave your name, phone number and how many dozen you want.

Pickups will be made at the parish hall, 900 Fairview Road, Swarthmore, Pennsylvania, PA 19081.

Deadlines and pickup dates are:

Last Day to Order               Pick up Date

September 17, 2017            September 22, 2017

October 1, 2017                    October 6, 2017

October 15, 2017                  October 20, 2017

October 29, 2017                  November 3, 2017

November 12, 2017             November 17, 2017

November 26, 2017             December 1, 2017

December 10, 2017             December 15, 2017

 

Pierogie Sales Resume At HMB Church

Pierogie Sales Resume At HMB Church

William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit 8-29-17

William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit 8-29-17

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You never know the length of a snake until it is dead. John Quigg Sing ye to the Lord a new canticle: sing to the Lord, all the earth. Sing ye to the Lord and bless his name: shew forth his salvation from day to day. PsalmsAnswer to yesterday’s William Lawrence Sr Cryptowit quote puzzle: You never know the length of a snake until it is dead.
John Quigg

 

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