17 year old Russians Boys and Their Pancakes.....
If you read the previous blog post, then this one will make perfect sense. As earlier stated, the boy was being adventurous on his day off and texted me for pancake making directions. Until this day, I had NO IDEA there could be such a thing as Pancake carnage. Well, I am here to tell ya...there is. The boy was at football practice, when I came home to witness the aftermath of the event and try to piece together what led up to the disaster.
There were strange, unidentifiable liquids on the griddle. Clear liquids. Where do you get clear liquids in pancakes? There were shards of something that resembled pancakes all over the griddle as well. The best part was that the griddle was still dirty and on the cooktop. Along with an empty bag of Oreos on the coffee table. Must be the markings of a 17 year old boy.
The Conspirator Pit Bull
As I am feeding the boy dinner after his football practice, he says to me, "Oh that Ralphie". Ralphie is our 65lb lap dog who happens to be a Pit Bull. He is very simple. So, he is part of our lick 'em to get 'em up wake up routine. We sent him in right before we left for work, at Cybil's request. Yes, you read correctly, he asked to be waken up that early. He has a ton of study and homework to catch up on since his run in with the fuzz in Buffalo. In his own words, "He came in, licked my face and then wanted to get under....what are they called?" "Blankets, I answered." "Yeah, blankets, those things, then he made me go back to sleep." I was petting him, then it was 10:30 and I needed pancakes."
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