Sunday, July 6, 2008 | Leave a comment »

Do it. I dare you. Call me strawberry. Go for it.
Shit. I meant to post this a long time ago so when Mike got back to Argentina and walked by one of his coworkers (Buenos Dias Buenos Aires) desks and they were looking at my blog he could be all "Dudes? See those pancakes? I ate those fucking pancakes." Alas I have been sick and lazy. Sorry Mike. I guess you still can, though so it's not so bad. I hope they were good. Since, well, there were from the freezer.
Julie's last day of students was about two weeks ago and her faculty all went out and had a few drinks to drink away the pain celebrate a student-free summer another year well done. (Seriously though, WCCS, good job). And when I mean a few drinks I mean there were sure to be some rougher mornings the next day.

These pancakes could seduce a nation with their taste
Taking this into consideration (and the fact that she didn't have to be in until later) I decided I'd play the "best boyfriend ever" card (eek, in about six days that'll be "best husband ever") and make her pancakes to get the day started off right. (They would have been waffles, but lets face it. Open bar? No way I'm making waffle batter when I get home.) Awesomely enough we also had fresh strawberries in the fridge so she got strawberry pancakes.
But the best part about pancakes, well, I mean from the fact that you can call them fucking FLAPJACKS and I can't believe I just wrote an entire fucking entry about PANCAKES and not fucking FLAPJACKS, well I mean, the best thing about them is that you can make a ton of them and freeze them and then eat them warmed up in the toaster.
I'd also be a liar if I didn't say that making pancakes was an awesome reason to use the electric griddle my brother got me for our wedding two days before. I'd also be lying if I didn't tell you that two left-over pancakes, frozen and toasted, with peanut butter, bacon and banana between them like some sort of worse-for-you-if-possible-at-least-it's-not-batter-fried Velvet Elvis sandwich isn't one of the most awesomest things in the world.
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