On Whining and Pancakes

I started writing a blog post about how we've all been sick & J has croup and every time he has a coughing fit I have a mini heart attack as I imagine his throat is closing up and then I wonder if I'd have the guts to grab a ballpoint pen and punch an actual hole in his trachea so he could breathe again (I do, but let's not test that statement).  Oh, then I was going to rant about the smattering of poison ivy that I think I picked up in the backyard, and which has now spread from my ankles to my neck & is driving me bananas.  But that's just ridiculous.

So instead, I'm going to talk about pancakes.  Cinnamon Streusal Pancakes to be exact.  I'm not posting a recipe, or even pictures because I am having difficulty typing while wearing oven mitts so I don't scratch. Let me just urge you to hustle yo self over to Two Peas and Their Pod and make these.  Soon.  They immediately rose to the top of the Family Favorites list, and despite how easy these 'cakes are to make (especially if you cheat like me & use a boxed mix), they make your breakfast special.  Like Christmas morning special.  Or brunch in bed special.

I even had some topping left over, and I saved it in the fridge then sprinkled it over waffle batter before cooking them up & they were fabulous.  Fab. U. Lous.  Yes, so good, they deserve an adjective broken into thirds.

Make them soon.  They are so good you'll want to send me money.  Feel free.    

PS: I am reading The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, and it is fantastic.  I am desperately missing book club.

PPS: I am also working my way through the Sookie Stackhouse books.  I love these because they are like the Diet Coke of literature: bubbly, delicious, and you only feel a little guilty about having one for breakfast.  I could easily read the entire series while sitting on the beach for a week. And yes, I would give them an "R" rating (mostly for violence, plus there is some *wink*wink*), but I have a clear understanding of reality vs. fiction so I choose to exercise my right to use the library as I see fit. Consider this a disclaimer on any future literature I might mention.