The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.
– W.C. Fields
Today is National Pancake Day. Not that it really means anything. IHOP typcially does the free pancakes on Shrove Tuesday. Someone might be offering free pancakes today, but that would require research and more consumption of sugar and flour than I care to think about.
So, just exactly who is in charge of deciding what day it is?
Is there some committee that schedules the days? So that when the pancake lobby came around they said “We’ve got September 26, take it or leave it.”
There are websites out there that tell you today is national this day, or that day. But there’s no real background about who picks the days.
I mean, there was no ancient council of priests and scholars that decided today would be National Pancake Day. No, they pretty much stuck to the big days like Easter and Christmas.
And, even with that, I can envision this scene someday on the other side of the Pearly Gates when the Lord looks around and says “Y’all do know I was born in March, don’t you?”
Some day when I’m a best selling author, and winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, I’ll be able to employ a team of researchers to find these answers.
“Yo, minions, why is today pancake day?”
“And while you’re at it, I need more maple syrup.”
For now, however, you’ll just have to take my word for it. And that word is, it doesn’t really matter.
I didn’t have pancakes for breakfast. I didn’t necessarily make the healthiest breakfast choice, but it wasn’t pancakes.
But enough about pancakes, let’s talk about you. What kind of pancakes are you going to make for me?
No, I haven’t been drinking. And with my weekend ahead, I won’t have the time.
This weekend I have five performances of Poe’s Haunted Homecoming, three rehearsals for two different shows, and an audition. Then there’s church, writing, getting stuff ready for next week…and, oh yes…yard work.
If you’ve managed to stick with this post to this point you’re probably realizing why I included the picture of the pancake bunny. I miss that little guy. But I’m sure that more than once you’ve asked yourself “what the heck is he talking about?”
It’s about pancakes. And weekends.
Go get some.