Flapjacks

 Around here, we love to eat breakfast for supper. It shakes up the routine and manages to turn something so ordinary into something special and fun. 

There is drama, 

romance, 

anticipation, 

and these. 

Oh these pancakes. 

Fluffy, moist medallions of sunshine. 

We do love our pancakes. 

Can you see the adoring look on his face directed at me, The Bringer of Pancakes?

He definitely believes in kissing the hand that feeds him. 

Hot cakes.

Griddle cakes.

Johhny cakes

. 

Flapjacks. 

They are finger licking good. 

How tall can you go?

8?

10?

12?!

 I need this blown up and put next to my bed. 

A virile guy and food. 

Does it get better than this?

Hot cakes, indeed.