Daddy is the best. Yesterday morning, he was craving what he kept referring to as pancakes. Mom ventured into the kitchen to make magic. You know I followed. Mom was humming and beating things together in a pan. I’m not sure if the humming was on the recipe but it amused me. Once she got together what she called ‘batter’, she started putting it in a pan. Oh thud – the smell that was in the kitchen was out of this world. I kept bugging her for some to taste. I would go up behind her and nudge the bottom of her foot with my snout. She kept laughing and said I had to wait. Wait? You’re telling a pig to wait? That’s like telling Mother Nature not to change the seasons – it’s going to happen.
I saw dad’s plate that she was fixing. Oh my – there was these clouds of wonder stacking to the sky. I kept sniffing the air. I wanted some so bad. Mom fixed her plate and then she fixed mine. See how creative she got with a little smiley face for me on my Sesame Street plate. I thought I was going to explode if she didn’t give it to me soon!
She finally put it on my feed blanket. Stars almighty! I went for the so called ‘pancake’ first. It was fluffy. It was buttery. It was light. And, it was delicious! I managed to get a couple of more from mom and dad before they started eating. Dad called mom a Domestic Kitchen Goddess…. I already knew she was. He suggested that we have pancakes for Sunday brunch every week. I seconded that idea!
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