No, your eyes are not deceiving you - that thing in our fridge is pancake batter in a spray can (and not, as the name might suggest, a secret superweapon from Bugsy Malone). I saw this tragedy of nature in the dairy section of our local supermarket and picked it up largely in disbelief, but seeing no obviously fatal ingredients listed on the outside, something then possessed us to buy it and try it out.


According to the instructions on the back, all you have to do is shake it a bit, then hold it upside down over a skillet (frying pan) or waffle iron (waffle iron) and push the end to one side to slowly expel the glutinous contents - much like compressed whipped cream. It looks fairly nasty initially, but after it's come out of the can and is slowly spreading into a sort of beige mass, it just looks (almost disappointingly so) like normal batter to me.



Certainly it sticks to the ceiling a bit, but what doesn't? We tried it out in the manufacture of waffles (American-type, no potatoes) and pancakes (bilingual), and it really worked very well. At the very least the claim of it being perfectly organic with no radioactive ingredients seems to be true enough, because it doesn't cause you to grow extra ears out of your nose when you eat it. The convenience of it, in fact, is very nice, in that you can just make one or two things at a time, wash it off and then put it back in the fridge, without having to cook the whole lot at once, then store them under clingfilm and watch them gradually rot. The only remaining problem is that I just can't escape how inexplicably wrong it also feels - but you do want pancakes now, don't you?