Let Them Eat (Pan)Cake
Normally I wouldn't touch breakfast with a ten foot pole. Not because I don't like food, because damn, I so love food. I rarely eat before 10am and sometimes when I do it upsets my stomach. So I tend to stick to my milk/flavored creamer/sugar filled coffee. For whatever reason it doesn't upset my stomach in the least.
Today the Little Lady brought the pancake box in and yelled at me in Spanish (which I understand hardly anything of) asking if I wanted pancakes. I said no, then she yelled at me, again, in Spanish. So I acquiesced. I know, I surrendered, it rarely happens so mark your calendar for this momentous event.
I asked for two small pancakes. These two small pancakes were what I was given. I had to take a photo of them. Aren't they just the most perfect pancakes you've ever seen? They were damn delicious, too. I think she added cinnamon and vanilla to the batter. Normally I don't take butter on my pancakes but she put it on there anyway. No problem though, I wolfed them down with no issues. Now I sit here enjoying my coffee. Today is going to be a fantastic day. I hope yours will be as well.