...today, not so much. I gave Dave his pancakes first as I took a few pictures and he was really quiet, which should have been my first clue because if he was thoroughly enjoying them he would have made a fuss over them. I asked if they were good and he says, "Yeahhhhh, pretty good." So I had to ask, "Pretty good as in great, or pretty good as in blah?" "Uhhhh, pretty good..." Hehe, sweet husband was trying to be nice.
Then I sat down to join him and took a bite and wanted to be sick. It was mushy (maybe because of the blueberry's?) and disgusting. I started cracking up because I knew he was just saying that to not hurt my feelings, these weren't pretty good...these were terrible.
So, I tossed them in the trash and made us peanut butter toast. Fancy, I know. 4 years of marriage later and I still can't even make us pancakes. Better luck next year! But hey, in marriage you have to learn to be flexible and roll with the punches, and laugh when life gives you lemons...or in our case mushy pancakes.
On that note, any one have a whole wheat pancakes recipe for dummies? Send it my way please! I feel like I need to redeem myself after this one.
And since it's our anniversary...