Pancakes
The other day, I made these pancakes. They were incredible. I put chocolate in them and splurged on real Canadian maples syrup and ate and ate until I wanted to burst.
And I didn’t take any pictures.
I’m sorry, I really am, but the thing is, it was nice, for once in a very long time, to just make something and enjoy it. I stood at the frying pan and scooped pancakes onto the Canadian’s plate (with a fried egg on top, of course), while eating my own right at the counter. I enjoyed them piping hot, not even taking a moment between when they landed, warm and oozing chocolate onto my plate, and picking up my fork for the first bite, to even consider taking a picture.
I made them again a few days later, and this time I actively decided not to take pictures. It’s nice to love cooking just because sometimes, so I know that this means that you out there can’t see the fruits of my labors, but just rest assured that they are just as good as Lis says and that they come highly recommended from me.
And you obsessive food bloggers out there? (Guilty.) Please take a moment to make something, anything, and just enjoy it with whomever you’re eating with. No pictures required.
