So, tonight all us Morrison leaders made pancakes as a kind of community outreach. It got me to thinking about the joy these little flapjacks bring. I mean they’re kind of a treat for breakfast, right? I know my mom didn’t have the fluffy delights waiting for me every morning before school. It’s usually reserved for those special occasions or a lazy Saturday morning(afternoon). Any day started with pancakes is bound to be a good day.
Or you can be like us and devour them as a late night snack. Nothing like a hot stack of pancakes layered with butter and doused in maple syrup to break up the dread and monotony of your Econ 101 notes.
The greatest pancakes I have personally ever eaten were at camp when I was 10 years old. One of the last nights during the week-long camp was spent outside on top of a mountain essentially with nothing but the expansive sky and its dotting stars above us. Sounds relaxing, right? Wrong. It rained all night and was about 65 degrees. I “woke up” (I never really slept) wet, tired, and completely famished. Then, I saw them: misshapen and oddly sized chocolate chip pancakes being served for breakfast. I sat with the girls from my group and we watched the sunrise over a valley of redwood trees eating what I consider to this day to be one of the best meals of my life.
*Even Jack Johnson likes pancakes: Jack Johnson- Banana Pancakes
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