brunch

They have to be golden, golden brown, with a dash of white. Anything darker is burnt, and anything lighter isn’t cooked. They have to be round, too, or mostly round, and big even though they’re not meant to be. Scotch pancakes are usually smaller than we’re making them, but who cares. Who cares, really. Flip that one or it will burn. Don’t forget to add maple syrup. Have some bacon on top, whydontcha, or on the side, maybe on the side is better, even if you end up mix-and-matching them. Little did I know they go well together. Sweet and salty, what a concept - like yin and yang, maybe, although I’m not much for spirituality. Play that song we both like, willya, the one I mentioned before - or maybe you did, I can’t remember - the really soft one. Yeah, that one. It’s a little sad but I like it. No, don’t turn it off. I’m okay. A little cold is all, but hoodies make for the best radiators. Can’t say the same about these pants though. They’re baggy, let all the air in. But I like them. This house is cold, too, but I also like it. Plus the hoodies help. And the music. And the pancakes - they look nice, don’t they. So round and so golden.