I hate pancakes.

It’s true. I don’t like pancakes. Or waffles. Or donuts. Or cinnamon buns. I don’t like breakfast all that much, because it often centers around these sweet pastry sorts of things that give me the heebie jeebies because when I eat them, I feel shaky and gross two hours later. Also, I don’t like scrambled eggs. Breakfast foods I like include bacon and sausage. And cold pizza. Lately I have been eating peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast.

(We won’t even get into the drama that used to take place when I would stay at people’s houses and their moms would feed me things like pancakes or scrambled eggs. And I, having been raised right by my mother, would have to eat them. I wish they had just offered me a peanut butter sandwich. Or some cold pizza.)

However. I will be the first to tell you that my aversion to these sorts of foods means that I don’t know how to make them. At all. I had made pancakes one time in my life before Sunday morning. And that was using Bisquick. So it was kind of cheating and not exactly from scratch. Though I consider myself a reasonably good cook, Mike is the one who actually knows what he is doing in the kitchen. His years working at the Fresh Market and at McDonald’s taught him a lot about making food (no, seriously, working at McDonald’s taught him a lot of useful tricks), and he knows more about buying and cooking food than I do. So I have been content to let him be the pancake-maker as well as the raw-meat-purchaser and the king-of-the-grill. Content but also more than a little bit hesitant to try.

I did have to get a few tips from Mike, but here is my pancake-making in action.

When we were eating the pancakes, I realized that it might be my first time eating blueberry pancakes. My mom made chocolate chip pancakes sometimes, but I don’t remember blueberry. So this was a new experience for me through and through. I even shared a pancake with our rabbit, Big Bunny. It was a new experience for her as well.

As much as it pains me, in the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit that I did feel kind of terrible a couple of hours after eating the pancakes. So I ate some more sausage. Which did the trick.

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