PANCAKES
Sato clumsily adjusted the camera as it recorded. Once it was almost level, he smiled into it, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello, my name's Sato. I'm, uh, kinda new to this whole streaming thing. Life is tough right now, so I thought, maybe I can't fix the really big problems going on, but you know what I can do? I can make a mean pancake. And once you're done with this video, you'll have your own fluffy slices of heaven."
Sato set a griddle on the stove. "First, you want to fire up a nonstick griddle. Medium heat, no hotter. We want pancakes, not hockey pucks. Heating it now means it'll be ready once the batter's done."
He set ingredients in front of him. The top of the flour bag barely made it into frame. "Next, you'll want to get your ingredients. Start with the wet stuff. Melt a tablespoon of butter, drizzle that into a cup of buttermilk, then whisk in one egg."
Halfway through blending the ingredients together, Sato realized the camera couldn't see his hands. He held the bowl higher and nearly sloshed it everywhere.
"Now for the dry ingredients. Half a cup of flour, a tablespoon of sugar, one teaspoon baking powder, half a teaspoon baking soda, and just a pinch of salt." Sato's enormous fingers pinched a whole teaspoon. Sato panicked seeing so much and tenderly scooped it out of the flour. "Whisk that together, then dump in the wet ingredients, and bring that all together with a rubber spatula. It'll be way too thick for the whisk."
As Sato stirred the batter together, he said, "You don't want to mix it too much. It's perfect when you still have a few lumps in it, but you don't see any dry, loose powder."
He held up a regular spoon. "There's a lot of ways to dole out your batter, but my favorite is a spoon. Just dip it in and scoop it onto the griddle. I usually do two per pancake."
The batter sizzled as he spooned the batter on. "Wait until you see bubbles rising in the batter, then you can flip it."
Sato awkwardly stood there, glancing between the pancakes and the camera while he waited for them to cook. Once the bubbles rose, Sato held up a rubber spatula and gently flipped them.
"Just a few more minutes until they're done. You can always make sausage or bacon on a separate pan while you wait."
Sato artfully flipped them into the air, displaying both perfectly browned sides. He stacked them up, plopped a pad of butter on the top, and drizzled syrup over everything.
"You better not use corn syrup, or so help me, I'll have Midoriya send your browser history to everyone you know."
"You said I would get pancakes for doing so," Izuku pointed out.
Sato shoved the entire plate into his mouth. Izuku swallowed without chewing and said, "Payment accepted. Corn syrup is now punishable by public humiliation."
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No shenanigans, only pancake. Yes, that is a real recipe, no, you aren't allowed to use corn syrup, but I won't expose your browser history for doing so. I'm not a monster. Please, just use maple syrup. Think of the Canadians.
Also, I recommend doing a double-batch. That recipe makes six pancakes, and no one should ever settle for so few.