A couple of weekends ago, I made the most delicious and perfect pancakes for breakfast. Well, James will argue that I made the most delicious and perfect flapjacks, but what-ev-er.
Differences aside, we sat down to eat them and sadly discovered that we had no syrup. But what could we do? Trash the pancakes? I don't think so. After a few choice cuss words, we decided to suck it up and tolerate my syrup-less masterpiece.
Not. The. Same.
Within a day or two we picked up some syrup and from that moment forward all I could do was think about pancakes, pancakes, PaNcAkEs. Paaan-caaaakes! Finally I had to make them for lunch (first it was a meatball, then chili for breakfast, now pancakes for lunch... blame global warming).
For some strange reason, I have become obsessed with photographing my food. So, I present to you (drumroll, please)...
...a pancake photo...
Oh. And here's a grilled cheese sandwich, too.
I have no idea how I transformed into a foodie.
Listening to: The Presidents of the United States of America (POT USA) - Naked and Famous