I love pancakes.

Honestly, I do... almost as much as sex! Almost...

There's just something about getting up in the morning, mixing up some Hungry Jack pancake mix, or Krusteaz, or whatever (or even better, making from some recipe), cooking them to golden perfection on a hot griddle, slathering them with real softened butter (not margarine, mind you!), and topping it off with Golden Griddle syrup.

Or, if you're feeling uber-adventurous, the fruit syrups from Knott's Berry Farm are quite tasty too!

Of course, the pancakes make a fine and filling breakfast by themselves, but they're even better as a complement to bacon (crisp, but not too crispy) and eggs (wreck 'em!)...

The smell of bacon takes me back to my early childhood. Every morning, in my grandfather's house, he would wake up at 6:30 and start cooking breakfast: bacon, eggs and sausage, and start the coffee pot. With those wonderful aromas permeating the house, it was hard not to get up.

Besides, there were cartoons to be watched! Jonny Quest, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Popeye and Woody Woodpecker... if memory serves.

And, once in a while on the weekends, my mom would make pancakes. Yummy!

What i'm listening to:

'65 Love Affair
Paul Davis
Cool Night