One minute ago...
I sit and stare at the empty plate in front of me. It's a white plate with a pink and green floral print border. A shiny silver fork rests in its center. There is light brown residue glimmering in random areas of its surface. Remnants of the maple syrup that once spilled over a stack of whole wheat pancakes.
Two minutes before that...
I grab the Albertson's brand pancake syrup from the cupboard and take a seat at the kitchen table. It completes the setting. Bright yellow coffee mug to the far right. Pancake syrup to the left. Plate of hot and supple whole wheat pancakes dead center.
Poor pancakes. They didn't stand a chance.
Two minutes later...
What's wrong with me? Who eats this fast? I wasn't even that hungry. I'm not even in a rush.
It was like the Jasmine v. Pancakes showdown and no one told the pancakes...
One and a half minutes before the two minutes later...
WAM! BAM! CHOP SUEY, YOUUUU! TAKE THAT! HA HA! VICTORY IS MINE YOU SILLY, SILLY PANCAKES!
Thirty seconds later (or back to the two minutes later)...
Sad plate. It misses its whole wheat companions. I took them away from it.
Sigh.
To the dishwasher you go.
One minute later (or now)...
I can't believe I just wrote a blog about pancakes. And I like it.
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3 comments:
Absolutely hilarious! I seriously have not laughed this hard in awhile. You have such a way with words.
Looking forward to coffee...and some supple whole wheat pancakes.
Hilarious, Jasmine! I love that you took something so "average" and made it so fun...based on such truisms! I know my food must feel the same way each day! :)
Only you Jas...also, I can't believe people actually read your stuff...weird...
:)
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