Maple syrup is bad for me but I hate my diet and I love pancakes.
Some of my earliest memories are of pancakes at my grandparent’s house. PJs, crisp country mornings and more breakfast than you can eat. The smell of all the good stuff on the stove and the wonderful feeling of a winter weekend with Grampa, Gramma and no school.
Grampa is the last of my 4 grandparents and I recently got a call saying he was moved from the Veteran’s Home to the Veteran’s Hospital. He’ll be 90 this weekend. I hope.
So I may need some extra insulin today but WTF, I’m having pancakes this morning.
Sometimes you just gotta say “WTF” — Risky Business