Saturday morning breakfast
This morning I woke up around 8 to the sun streaming through my attic window. It was such a beautiful beginning to the day!
I was so hungry this morning. When mom said she was making pancakes with grandma's special mix, I was a very happy person. I got 2 pancakes and was fixin' them up with applesauce and butter when mom asked if she had made enough pancakes. I looked down at my 2 pancakes and felt the hunger pangs in my stomach as the aroma reached my nose. The family stack of pancakes had diminished down to only a couple, so I told mom I thought she needed to make another batch. Well, about the time the pancakes were coming off the hot grill, kids were disappearing from the table and I was left alone to devour the growing mound. Dad came in and ate a few, Mom sat down and ate a few, and I started begging Luke and Reuben to eat the remaining four. They declined. I eyed the stack and reluctantly put 2 more pancakes on my plate. May I add that these were whole-wheat pancakes and were very thick? I felt bad that I had Mom make more pancakes and then there was no one else to eat them besides me. Just as I was finishing up and my stomach was yelling that I shouldn't put anything else in there, John Mark came strolling in the house from playing outside and yelled, "hey! Did you all save any pancakes for me? I haven't had any!"
Moral of the story? Never feel inclined to stuff yourself without first consulting John Mark.
I was so hungry this morning. When mom said she was making pancakes with grandma's special mix, I was a very happy person. I got 2 pancakes and was fixin' them up with applesauce and butter when mom asked if she had made enough pancakes. I looked down at my 2 pancakes and felt the hunger pangs in my stomach as the aroma reached my nose. The family stack of pancakes had diminished down to only a couple, so I told mom I thought she needed to make another batch. Well, about the time the pancakes were coming off the hot grill, kids were disappearing from the table and I was left alone to devour the growing mound. Dad came in and ate a few, Mom sat down and ate a few, and I started begging Luke and Reuben to eat the remaining four. They declined. I eyed the stack and reluctantly put 2 more pancakes on my plate. May I add that these were whole-wheat pancakes and were very thick? I felt bad that I had Mom make more pancakes and then there was no one else to eat them besides me. Just as I was finishing up and my stomach was yelling that I shouldn't put anything else in there, John Mark came strolling in the house from playing outside and yelled, "hey! Did you all save any pancakes for me? I haven't had any!"
Moral of the story? Never feel inclined to stuff yourself without first consulting John Mark.