Sunday morning Tim and I visited Trudy's (a local Mexican restaurant) for breakfast. I knew before we even left the house that I wanted a pancake. I'm not sure what it was about a pancake that morning, but I knew it's what I wanted.
When we finally got to the restaurant, Tim asked what I was going to get and I had picked out a small "American Breakfast" so I could get some eggs/bacon with just one pancake. It sounded like the perfect breakfast, but Tim balked and said, "I can't believe you're getting an American Breakfast at a Mexican Restaurant!" So instead, I sheepishly ordered a breakfast burrito and one pancake. Wanna know what I ate?
Yup...I ate the whole delicious pancake. It melted in my mouth it was so good! It's what I wanted and it's what I ate. I hardly touched the breakfast burrito, and it now sits in a to-go box in the fridge that will be thrown away today because no one in our family eats left over eggs, no matter how good they might have looked when they were fresh. I'm not sure why I even asked for the to-go box, maybe because I felt bad leaving that much untouched food on the table for the waitress to sneer at.
As I oohed and awed about how great the pancake tasted, it may have slipped that "I think the pancake is going to be the official staple of my pregnancy". I know it sounds silly, but the darn pancake was just that good!
It's not as fabulous as Trudy's mimosa's or Mexican Martini's, but since I can't have those, I'll take a pancake!
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