Sunday Morning

Sunday morning I decided to kick things off by making pancakes. I usually "halve" the recipe, but this time I decided to make extra so I could have leftovers for breakfast today.

I cranked out a pancake, and lo it was good. It was golden brown, floppy, and wrote "consume me" in the air with its warm little vapor trail. Pancake number 2 didn't do as well. There was still a vapor trail, but this one threatened to set off our smoke alarm. I placed the blackened mess off to the side.

Pancake three was entirely too big. It was also burned to a glossy black finish. It kinda looked like a scorched ceramic friction tile from the space shuttle.

I eventually got my groove back, but had to throw away half the short-stacks. So much for breakfast leftovers. I also made us late to church.

This morning for breakfast I had to gnaw on an old gray shoestring. I washed it down with a large cold glass of shame.