A Farewell to Pancakes

Let the sound of splashing water that I used to Let's Associate: washing spatulas, washing pans. My father told me that the best to wash a pan was to wait for everything to dry and then just use a dry paper towel. It's ridiculous how well that works sometimes, but with pancakes it was different. The main thing is that I'd never made a correct pancake. They'd always been misshapen little appetite-killers with strange teeth all around because I'd have to rip some side out of the pan when using Oil properly is difficult for people who like pancakes. I was a sailor in those days and while the sea stretched and rocked the boat and mist sprayed the everywhichside of my little ship I prepared for pancakes the way that short people prepare for dunking. TODAY I woke up in my bathtub. the water was a little cold I guess because I've got the sniffles and I think I only slept 2 hours. I was having so much fun listening to my little sailboat splashing around and no impending pancake misadventure