The pancake story

Let me tell you a story about pancakes.

I can't make pancakes. The End.

Just kidding.

I've never been able to make pretty pancakes. I could never figure out why they never turn out nice, round and smooth like the ones my Dad made me and my sisters growing up. 

Then, I met R, Mr. Perfect Pancake maker himself. R makes delicious, perfectly round and fluffy cakes. Maybe it's a dad thing because this girl can't make pretty pancakes.

We have been married for almost 4 years and R has always made breakfast and well, most of the meals we eat at home. Which, he enjoys doing and I do not so it works out for the best.

This includes Saturday mornings too. He makes the pancakes. Which also works out for the best because let me tell you! My pancakes are a nightmare. I don't blame those who don't want to eat them (even though they probably taste okay).

But my pancakes either turn out all crinkly and bent or they are too crispy or flappy or not done in the middle. They end up cooked on one side but the other side is usually a weird texture and doesn't look to pretty. I am NOT Mrs. Perfect Pancake maker. So we're kind of like a match made in heaven. He makes the cakes and I eat them. *wink*

The whole reason I am telling you this story is because another chapter of our story has begun. R took a second job working every other weekend. I feel like we already spend so much time away from home and from each other that spending more days apart seems awful. I want to stomps feet like a brat and cry. But our reasonings for him taking the job is a necessary part of reaching our goals of being in home.

Not only does it mean more time apart but it also means I just got "promoted" to the pancake maker. Yippee skippy.

Luckily, R has taught me a few tricks about making the pancakes just like Dads do. For example; letting the pan heat up all the way before putting the batter on it. Who knew?

It's funny how our roles and skills change as each day passes by. That's one of the many great things about marriage. 

And this story has a happy ending because my pancakes are looking better already.

Keep loving.