So I took the day off to go to the Yankees tickertape parade1. Now I’m home, I’ve napped, cuddled my cat, and I’m watching Roseanne on lifetime because I love this show.2 And a commercial just aired for some kind of pre-made pancake batter.
It looks like every other pancake commercial ever. Happy family, messy kids, smiling mom, and end with a close up of the final product: a stack of delicious pancakes with a small square pad of butter on top, and plenty of syrup coating the whole shebang. It’s kind of the iconic image of pancakes.
But my question is: whaaaa?
Who eats them like that? With the pad of butter on top and then syrup. I mean, yes, butter on pancakes is delicious, and as far as I’m concerned, the more syrup, the better.3 But you don’t just want a mouthful of butter. You want it spread across the pancake, right? And if you’ve put the syrup on before you spread that butter pad out, you won’t really be able to.
Basically, that iconic pancake stack looks lovely, but it is not an accurate depiction of real pancake-eating life. I object!
Anyway.
Fire, Kristin Cashore’s second novel, is a sort of prequel/companion to Graceling, her debut. I loved Graceling so much that I gave a copy to my Dad, since we have similar tastes and all. But, while not a bad read, Fire doesn’t quite live up to its predecessor. Though it was good enough for me to assume it’s a sophomore slump, and thus I shall look forward to more from Cashore anyway. Review over at Active Voice.
- Things did not work out as planned, but I should know better than to attend any event with an estimate of “three million-person crowd,” or where I will be smooshed against a barricade listening to people complain for two hours, or where it’s cold. I got to hear some people shouting in the distance, though! Upside: The Yankees won the World Series!!!! ↩
- If it were not on Lifetime and Nick at Nite and TVLand for about 17 hours a day, I would seriously consider buying it on DVD. ↩
- As long as it’s real syrup. You know how I’m a farmer’s daughter? We made our own syrup through my whole childhood; nothing else compares. ↩
