So I’ve decided to stay up late to; A)beat myself up for hurting someone I care about B)make a plan for the week that includes efforts to correct A). C) make more pancakes.
I had some pancakes today, they were phenomenal. I’ve decided that, as far as pancakes go, more is more.
I will no longer taunt myself with the thought of pancakes, I drive by an ihop almost every single day. Do you have any idea what kind of pressure that puts me under? I’m like a dog, begging for dinner. I literally drooled all over my shirt yesterday when I started thinking about pancakes driving past the quaint blue front of the 24 hr ihop.
In fact, the other day while I was in Radford we stopped at a little diner in the town. I ordered the pancakes and an extra egg. Casually, I ate the plate of pancakes, and the egg.
What I didn’t notice was the Chef coming out from the back of the restaurant, he took a seat at the bar a few spaces down from us and when I finished the last bite he came up and told me he hadn’t ever seen anyone finish the entire plate.
Thank you chef, I think.