I’m back to obsessing over pancakes. The Atkin’s jump start didn’t last as long as I’d hoped. In my defense, by Friday of the first week I was practically falling over. I guess old people just need a carb every now and then to keep running.
I haven’t totally fallen off the wagon, I’ve still got one shoe stuck in a crack while rest of me dangles over the edge. Worst of all I may have accidentally stumbled across the key to almost perfect pancakes….bacon grease.
Now before you go off thinking that I’ve totally lost control, no– I did not make the pancakes in bacon grease. I just microwaved a pancake with a couple of pieces of bacon on top. Then I tasted the pancake. It was good.
Now, if the following admission makes me a total truck-stop-diva, I don’t care: I love Denny’s pancakes, they’re my fay-brite, to quote Grace. When I crave pancakes, I crave Denny’s pancakes. Of course, I never go to Denny’s because I also crave fitting into single-digit jeans. But every homemade pancake I make or eat is just a huge disappointment, something is always missing. That something may be bacon grease. And I think we can all cede the possibility that Denny’s does make their pancakes with bacon grease.
btw, I made that pancake up there…for Grace, because I really do love her.