I actually do make pancakes quite often, though recently I stopped eating them because I like to fit in my pants.
Aside from cooking, I also clean and explain my felony to every possible employer. It is less fun than it sounds. This blog has nothing to do with food and everything to do with the things that go bump in the night, like old dogs or drunk people.
Did that sound vague? Read between the lines. Hell, read on them, around them and then draw a stick figure of Aunt Jemima on a rollercoaster. I’ll still respect you in the morning.
The Reprobate's Guide to Pancakes 