Welp, it’s 2010. The first decade of the new millennium is now over. We may not have flying cars or floating cities just yet, but scientists have successfully figured out a way to give the adoring breakfast-loving patrons of the world something even more useful: pancakes in a can.

A month ago, Danielle and I experienced firsthand this glorious feat of modern science, and naturally, we deemed it awesome enough to share with the likes of you.

The Batter Blaster is something of a paradox. Typically when one thinks of organic, additive-free food, they don’t picture it coming from the probably-tasty-but-gross-food-in-a-spray-can category (i.e. cheese whiz, whipped cream, spray butter, Mcdonald’s McRib sandwiches, etc). Enter the Batter Blaster: organic pancakes made with no preservatives or added junk, all conveniently packaged in a compressed air can.

Like any two breakfast enthusiasts with pure hearts and a love for the pancake making process, we had reservations at first (I mean, what’s a pancake breakfast without the big mess of flour and eggs all over the counter?). But after purchasing our very own blaster, and from our local Whole Foods Supermarket no less (yes, we discovered it at a Whole Foods), our uncertainty quickly shifted toward pure, unadulterated excitement.

With the realization that no prep time was involved and almost no mess would be left to clean up, we wasted little time wondering what to do with our new found pancake freedom. A bottle of maple syrup was dusted off, some brown sugar whipped cream was bought, and a handful of close friends were summoned to try the cancakes with us.

It took a second to adjust to the “blast” aspect of the Batter Blaster, but we got the hang of it pretty quick. It wasn’t long after that when jacks started flapping, glands started salivating, and imaginations started running a muck.

The smiling churchgoer.

The 69.

The 420.

The skull & crossbones.

The Wu.

The saber-toothed tiger.

the Grinch heart.

The country of Denmark (with a “C” below it for our Danish guest Caecelia).

When it came time to make pancakes in the shape our friends’ initials, we had that shit on lock.

Perhaps the most surprising aspect of the Batter Blaster was how incredibly delicious the pancakes were. Each one was buttery and moist – so much so that it felt unnecessary to add syrup or whipped cream to the equation. Equally as impressive was the sheer amount of servings we squeezed out of the thing (one blaster canister served 9 people pretty adequately).

To properly conclude the breakfast, we did what any normal group of people would do and spelled our dog Coqui’s name out in whipped cream on the kitchen floor. She was very grateful.

Pun intended, it was a total blast.