Crispy pancakes
I was reading Davis Mitchell's latest novel (Black Swan Green) which is a nostalgia trip, set in 1983. Anyway his protaganist mentioned crispy pancakes. God damn if I hadn't forgotten about crispy pancakes and the inevitable feeling that you were eating an undercooked, greasy dough covered with gravel.
I now really want to poison myself with a crispy pancake.
I now really want to poison myself with a crispy pancake.