Wendy DeCora.com

After working on Saturday, I came home craving pancakes. I busted out my box of Jiffy Mix and looked up the proper mix for pancakes. Whipped up a nice batter and got out the syrup. I don’t have a pancake griddle, but my roommate has a nice stainless steel skillet and I thought this would be just fine even if it meant one pancake cooking at a time. Turned on the heat, hit it with a bit of non-stick spray and made one lovely pancake easily. I put that one on a plate and covered it up and started to make it some friends. But then things went horribly wrong… too much heat coupled with either too much or too much grease and I ended up with two more blackened pancakes and a totally scorched skillet. I ate my one lovely pancake, threw the two burned ones out along with the batter and proceeded to try to scrub the skillet clean for half an hour to no avail. I’m still trying to deal with that mess.

Completely unsatisfied with my previous pancake experience and after working all Sunday morning, I was starving and decided I’d go out for pancakes for lunch. Being in my solitary confinement at work, I forgot that this was the beginning of the return of the students of capistrano and coupled with the usual post-church Sunday crowd, would make an attempt to go to Village Inn a completely insane move. Initially I forged on and put my name in, but as I sat there all alone for fifteen minutes, I felt totally selfish and ridiculous to take up a table all by myself at this incredibly busy restaurant just for some pancakes. So I left and cried in the parking lot, then I got an Arby’s roast beef sandwich at the drive-thru and went back to work.

Yesterday, I perused the week’s lunch menu for our work cafeteria and what did I see on the menu for Tuesday? Breakfast in the Afternoon YES! Finally, breakfast for lunch makes its reappearance. I was so excited. I emailed friends and co-workers. I was very excited. Really sad I know. Yesterday afternoon was extra crappy for me at work so I was clinging to whatever I could. When I woke up this morning I was honestly excited about lunch. Seriously, that’s the headspace I’m in right now: the highlight of my day is the prospect of pancakes.

Alas, a prospect is all they were meant to remain. Yesterday was promotion and “cost of living increase” day at work, which despite being the later for me, was a blow to me regarding the former. In celebration of some of my co-workers being promoted, despite my impression that promotion within my dept. was not possible because of the org-chart structure, my boss decided it would be nice if we all took our lunch hour and went downtown to the ped mall and just ate randomly from the various lunch carts instead of staying at work. Of course all my co-workers were down with this. Except me and I pointed that out in a semi-humorous-mask-my-pain way. Again, I sit at my desk and cry because all I wanted was pancakes for lunch and I can’t even have them.

I guess I’ll get the sweet potato fries from Donnelly’s to fill the void.