Hi, My name is Chuck and I have a Pancake Fetish.
I’ve eaten pancakes all my life, for breakfast, for brunch, and for that most decadent pancake delight, the all-too-rare “breakfast for supper.” Buttermilk pancakes, whole-wheat pancakes, corn-meal pancakes, buckwheat pancakes…fat pancakes, thin pancakes, pancakes with blueberries, 10 grains, 7 grains, strawberries on top, millet pancakes, even potato pancakes. I’ve idealized the pancakes of my youth and spend an inordinate portion of my life trying to re-discover that soft-focused flapjack bliss. I’m largely (proudly) responsible for this:
Keeping that in mind, you must understand why I was utterly devastated when this picture was brought to my attention, just 5 days too late to post for Shrove Tuesday (Pancake Day!). The word “forlorn” comes to mind, followed closely by “heartbroken” and “shattered.” Nevertheless:
I’m not an advocate of LSD–nor a passionate critic, when it comes down to it–but this has had me chortling all day. I assume it’s clear why I couldn’t wait another 360 days until next year’s Shrove Tuesday to post it?