Burnt Pancake
About twenty mintues ago I was making breakfast.
Pancakes.
I had the heat on too high.
Mom says she smells something.
I’m too busy on the laptop to care about the fact that
I know it’s my pancake she’s talking
about.
My sister’s home attendant is nice enough to flip it for me– and I look over
Into the dark side of the full moon that is my
pancake.
A second later the other side is charcoal-ed
I sprinkle some cinnamon over it, get a knife to fight the tough-ness
and indulge.
Slightly crunchy on the outside,
warm, soft and bread-like on the inside.
I’ve just remembered how good it tastes to neglect
your breakfast.
[Don't know why the hell I wrote this out like a poem....Ah well.]
I wonder if you can order ‘burnt pancakes’ at ihop. that would be spectacular.
All this talk about pancakes reminds me of this show my father and I were watching about two days ago on the travel channel..feast your eyes my friends: http://www.travelchannel.com/Travel_Ideas/Food_and_Wine/ci.Extreme_Pig_Outs.artTravelIdeasFmt?vgnextfmt=artTravelIdeasFmt
I will try to find the episode that features these places, just reading about it will NOT do.
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