pancake breakfast

I love breakfast. I crave breakfast food. Any time, any day of the week. Sometimes as I walk through the corridors of the hospital, past the cafeterias, I get amazing wafts of bacon and french toast and I'm truly tempted to divert for a quick bite, never mind the non-English speaking patient awaiting my services. Or, I will go into a patient's room to round with doctors in the morning and their half eaten pancakes and bacon are just sitting there, pushed aside, to be thrown away. My mind actually wanders during the interpretation while I ponder how I could sneak a bite without anyone noticing. Seriously.

Growing up, we would often have breakfast for dinner. Whenever it was cold and rainy outside, I would sit in my desk at school dreaming of dinner because I knew my dad would be making homemade waffles and sausage. I'm pretty sure it was not until I lived on my own in college that I actually ate a waffle before noon. To this day, when the weather is right, I am anxious to get home from work so I can whip up some delicious, fluffy pancakes. (i've never attempted waffles because i know they couldn't hold a candle to my dad's.) Thankfully, Keith has adapted and does not complain if I plop a plate of pancakes or eggs in front of him for dinner. (for the record, he has never said a negative thing about anything i have cooked him. what a dreamy man!!!) Pancakes and waffles are an extreme comfort food and bring me lots of warm fuzzy feelings of childhood, my grandma and her griddle, my dad making pancakes in shapes and letters, cold winter nights with hot tea, weekend family breakfasts...ah, sigh. When I was pregnant, I craved pancakes all the time. The only "honey could you go get this for me because I'm craving it" request I placed upon Keith, aside from the occasional Hostess cupcake, was an IHOP run for a nice, warm stack of buttermilk pancakes. (gosh, my mouth is watering just typing this!)

Last weekend, Keith was on call. So, Tita Jeni, Isaac, and I went out for a Saturday morning pancake breakfast and Isaac tried pancakes for the first time. I'll let you see what he thought. Lots of love to you and warm wishes for a yummy pancake breakfast in your near future.