And we all forgot. So Connie is whipping up her batter for la famiglia Sniffola next week instead. I may be whipping up some batter myself next time I see Trump, but that's a private matter.
Boom boom!
While on the subject, of pancakes, not the other, that decayed and sunburnt woman talked through a breakfast the she provided for her daughter yesterday:
"Miss Peanut requested pancakes and sausage. I pulled pancakes out of the freezer..."
Firstly, pancakes and sausage - fucking wrong almighty. What is it with North Americans and this weird pudding on your breakfast plate business? So odd, so very wrong.
Frozen pancakes? Need I say more.
I'm hoping Bronwen offers some explanation for committing these heinous crimes.
The Shining
I can still smell cigarette smoke. I am now convinced that I have a special gift and that I can sense things going on in the Spirit World.
I'll be the new Derek Acorah, being all dramatic in night-vision in some so-called Most Haunted venue.
The thing I love about Most Haunted is the hysteria generated by the host's jumpiness in the dark: "Oh my God, did you hear/feel/see that?" Within no time, and with accompanying drama from the guest psychic medium, things are flying off shelves, stuff being thrown, and tapping noises emanate from all the dark, scary corners of the old asylum/workhouse/stately home that they're investigating that week.
"I can sense I'm wearing a corset, so that rules out Edward the Seventh"; the mediums come out with this sort of thing all the time as they move dramatically through the premises. "There's a little girl in a uniform, she's crying!". No shit, Sherlock, you're in an old school house.
But despite the programme and accompanying melodrama being laughingly bad, it's such a fantastic show.
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Connies whipping up her batter????
The dirty cunt.
*heaves*
It was pancake day yesterday? No, it's on a Tuesday isn't it, so that makes it today.
Oh shit. The kids will flip when they realise.
I'm going to be whipping up some batter tonight too.
I have just eaten me pancake,so
thanks for that P&T, as it will soon materialise in the toilet bowl.
Pancakes rock the breakfast plate, Sniff! I usually make a huge batch of them and freeze the leftovers. Put them in individual sandwich/freezer bags and they freeze beautifully. Pull 'em out when you want one. Same goes for waffles - yummola!
Um, and can I take issue with the English Fry-Up, aka Myocardial Infarction on a plate? Jaysus, but there's some artery-clogging goodness!
It sounds like a strange combination but it works. Bacon is good as well.
Having said that, anyone who thinks that a couple of poached eggs draped on pancakes and doused with maple syrup is edible deserves a severe slapping.
Those yanks think we actually eat a full English breakfast (which is generally grilled)? Tsk.
Cup of coffee for me.
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