So this morning I took three of the remaining nine frozen buttermilk pancakes from the freezer, removed the plastic wrap, carefully placed them apart on a microwave safe plate, heated them on high for 1 minute 40 sec, removed, took them to my tray table in front of my recliner in the den and began to eat as I watched tennis replays from last night’s matches at the Western and Southern Open.
The pancakes were supposed to be my reward for more than five months of pancake abstinence in my personally designed program for changing old eating patterns that included three Eggo buttermilk pancakes for breakfast for as long as I could remember. I mean I could have done a commercial for these frozen pancakes for years. I fought a battle every day to just eat three of them – true love.
But today I was disappointed in how bland they tasted. Seriously, what had happened to my favorite breakfast delicacy?
I stared at my plate.
No syrup, I thought. I had forgotten to follow the most important ritual of opening the pantry door every morning to get the bottle of syrup to place on my tray table while the pancakes were in the microwave. Sweet Suffering Jesus, as the Derry Girl mother would have said if she’d forgotten the syrup for pancakes.
Also, I forgot the pancakes should be nuked in a small stack – not carefully separated like first, second and third base on a baseball field. Sigh.
My reward lacked the punch I hoped it would pack.
I think I’ll try again tomorrow morning. I do still have six in the freezer, and disappointing rewards should be given a second chance.
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This sounds exactly like something I would do. My heart goes out to you.
On a related note, even though I once relished and conquered many a stack o’ cakes, drenched in syrup and butter, I can no longer pursue that delicious avenue. Even the lightest and fluffiest of pancakes rest heavy in my tum-tum and I’m basically out of commission for the rest of the day. (And possibly the next day, as well.) It’s nice that we’ve made it this far in the Journey of Life, but it’s rather annoying that our metabolisms can no longer quickly process the things we shove in our mouths… 😉
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Oh, woe is you without pancakes at all. Please try Smucker’s Uncrustables. They come in several delicious flavors and are very light. Not too fluffy, though. Oh, well. We can’t have everything. You’re right about that!
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Carlos makes pancakes every Sunday; he’s making them now.
I loathe syrup, so I either Cinnamon them, or spread some delicious Apple Butter on them.
And now I’m hungry.
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Dearest Bob and Sweetest Carlos – cinnamon or apple butter sound yummy, too!! Can we borrow Carlos on Sundays???
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I will send him over!!
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I’m sure the doctor would advise forgetting the syrup but what’s the point of pancakes then?!
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I couldn’t agree more! Doctors can be replaced.
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