Oh, man, those pancakes

Finding my fill.

A breakfast drive to the next town over lands my dear wife Karen and I at the Pancake Man.

I don’t need a menu to know my order, but I’ll read it anyway just to see the other delights I could have if my taste buds were wandering.

Indeed, two plates stacked with a thick ham slice, two eggs over easy and three buttermilk pancakes deliver the deliciousness I remember from, oh, 20 years visited now.

After pulling back from this great morning feast, I tell the same hostess on duty as usual that we two always make sure to visit on our yearly vacation.

Her thank you is as genuinely filling as the food.

8 thoughts on “Oh, man, those pancakes

  1. I think if I could eat out I would choose breakfast. Never in the mood to fix a decent one. I usually have a dish of cold cereal and coffee. And woe to HIM who doesn’t remember to set Mr. Coffee the night before.

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