Tastes, well almost, just like home!

Today I picnicked in the park with the other au pairs and for lunch I quickly made myself a peanut butter sandwhich and packed some
crackers and a peach for myself while the baby slept precariously on the couch and waited for the parents to get home, then when they arrived I headed out the door!
I met up with the other Au Pairs in the park and enjoyed a great, though small lunch chatting with the girls about our fun, yet tiresome au pair work.
After lunch I headed to the carrefour with a couple other au pairs to put more money on my pay-too-much-as-you-go phone. I wanted to check out some possible new tea flavors since the green tea in my house basically tastes like green water. As I marched through the countless aisles of who knows what, that all seemed to blur into one word, hunger.
I am still getting over a cold, and adjusting to the new food here, so I attribute my gluttony to those two things, but as I walked home and took a nap later, I could not get my mind off of food, and especially food from home.
I mentioned earlier that I had a peanut butter sandwhich and that was because my family here graciously bought me a jar yesterday as a surprise when they came home with the groceries.
None of the other au pairs seemed that excited about the peanut butter, and one commented on, "oh yeah its an american thing". lol. I agree, it is totally an Americans love their peanut butter thing. Almost as much as the spanish love their mayonaise thing.
So, as I was laying in bed listening to the sounds of my family and neighbors, I thought about what specifically I could make that did not include bread or pasta. I came up with two solutions.
1. pancakes
2. potatoe pancakes
So really I had pancakes on my mind, and I completely blame the peanut butter from my family, that I had already enjoyed on a banana and toast, and of course my peanut butter sandwhich.
I quickly looked up a recipe for homemade pancakes online, then one in spanish to make sure i knew what all the ingredients were called, then headed downstairs to work my magic of improvisation as there were no measuring utensils in the house!
Luckily the family was all out of the house and did not witness the near disaster I had of spilling some oil and throwing dashes of random ingredients in, but in the end I got two banana pancakes and one regular that I saved for breakfast tomorrow.
On top I spread some of my precious peanut butter that was really the culprit for this whole endeavor, and in the end I was satisfied with my cup of, well, mild tea and two banana pancakes that really, almost, tasted like home.