maybe it is that Teodor is a cooking idiot savant: able to make the bestest dishes with little or no effort, but utterly unable to short order cook to save his mother's soul from the grim reach of our evil lord satan?
i mean, when i was in high school and quite literally unable to walk 5 feet without stumbling from my sheer inability to even understand the concept of coordination, i worked in a restaurant.
First i was a dishwasher, and was promoted in turn to busboy, prep cook, and then short order cook.
In addition to making "the world's largest pancake, we bet you can't eat the whole thing and if you do we'll induct you into the pancake hall of fame! [1]" i had to make my share of Mickey penis Head Pancakes.
now, making them (while being wrong on many levels, including the amount of sugar surpassing a couple of Bowls of Captain Crunch, but then these sons of bitches give their babies Mt. Dew in baby bottles, so, *shrug*, they are FUN to cook/make) is not difficult.
The key to them when cooking on a grill surface, is flipping them. i used the two spatula technique. this time period is of utmost importance, as this is the prime formative period for the Mickey penis Head Pancake. This is the time when it will get all fucked up in the head, since it's still gooey.
Once finished grilling, you simply set the plate ontop of it, and spatula/flip and oila!
add garnish to taste^hfinish the visage of the penis.
so, Teodor probably did not make it on a full grill, most likely in a flat skillet thing. but, that would be MUCH easier to flip on.
so. maybe i should stop thinking about it.
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[1] i'm sure it was not literally the world's largest pancake, i'm sure there were bigger, but this was in the town that hosts (or hosted, haven't been there in a long while) the snow-mobile derby hall of fame.