I had a serious pizza craving tonight, but we are trying to expand our horizons beyond our regular place (which seems to be having difficulty with instructions lately), and late Tuesday night is a tricky time to find a pizza in Houston. I decided that a pancake would be close enough, as it is round, starts with ‘P,’ and is loaded with carbs. And I could eat it in my pajamas, which were already on. Plus, that Mrs. Butterworth has been taunting me from the pantry in recent days. She doesn’t understand why she hasn’t been invited out in months.
Mark used to make chocolate chip pancakes or French toast for me every single weekend, but since we started shifting our eating away from as many grains, eggs and bacon became the usual weekend fare (with occasional dining-out exceptions!). I don’t usually miss my weekend bread bombs, but Mark is the master of breakfast, and he has not lot his touch — this thing got devoured in record time. Even Mark couldn’t resist an enormous bite when it was done!
The best part of pancakes at night is that the resulting carb coma occurs at a sleep-appropriate time, instead of wiping out my entire Saturday or Sunday afternoon.
What have you been craving?