Apr 12, 2011 19:00
I think I define adulthood as the ability to eat muesli for breakfast, a chicken salad wrap for lunch, and then, for dinner, say "fuck it" and cook buttermilk pancakes with crispy bacon.
Really amazing bacon, too, I mean even raw it smelled delicious, I was almost sorry to drown it in a sea of maple syrup, but goddamn, I did. It looked like there had been some kind of syrup-related industrial accident on my plate, that's how much syrup I used. And the pancakes, they were so fluffy and soft and buttery-crispy on the edges and they just drank up the syrup like Daniel Plainview drinks your milkshake. I obviously can't be sure, but guys, I think my dinner was better than your dinner.
Is it weird to feel like control over your own diet is a glorious and godlike power? Seriously, I want to know.
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