Along with harbouring a hot and cold persona, a love of soft fluffy things, an obsession with brightly patterned socks and a penchant for flinging nicknames at anyone and everyone (my
insincere apologies if you were or are privy to it), I am a halfway commitment phobic. Ohboy will you look at that? I am getting to truly know myself a little more every day. Halfway because, as much as I am hesitant to dedicate myself – once I do there’s no going back. The very moment I grasp onto an idea, every atom of my soul grows incredibly intent and focused on the scheme circulating in my blood. Yeh, I know… that sounds like a load of…
It’s happened countless times though, situations closely akin to this morning: after breakfast I was struck with a random objective to dunk Lindt Chilli into that chocolate peanut butter dip. And then the thrill of the idea overtook my nervous system and I had to have it right then, right now. Yesterday evening I mentally committed to giving the office a spring clean today after lightly toying with the notion for awhile . First thing this morning I was flinging out the furniture and getting stuck into it. Oh and I should let you in on it; the Lindt chilli was magical swirled through the dessert hummus.
My gut was waiting for my brain to give that “OK” signal… eager to erupt into excitement and hold me to my word. And why not? Sounds simple… the ingredients on hand… and the biggest factor of course: bloody delicious. And that’s judging from the photo’s alone. I promised my tummy and taste buds(?) – breakfast tomorrow. You know, breakfast just seemed like 5.5 billion years away. Who cares if the veggie drawer happens to be stocked up with fresh spinach, mushrooms, carrots etc. The grilled lemon and parsley hake fillets lost their appeal. Damn it, I wanted apple pie pancakes. I took 50 deep breaths… and got to work on dinner…
I’m gifted okay. Tell me your pancakes result in such creative shapes!?.. hectagons, pentagons and what not.
I am almost too exhausted to delve into describing how delectable these fluffy guys were… they rocked my [neon pink and turquoise, striped] socks off.
Tell you one thing; my belly is exceptionally happy. And exceptionally demanding… or is that my head 😉 .