Saturday Morning Deep Thoughts, by Michelle

I heard on the radio the other day an advertisement for all-you-can-eat pancakes at Perkins for $2.99, and ever since I've been craving the damn things.  Pancakes.  Flapjacks. Silver Dollars.  Butter Gutters. Panky Doos.  Griddlebacks. Chuck Norris Crepes.  Whatever they are called, I love 'em.  Fluffy light pancakes smeared in (real!) butter and Aunt Jamima butter flavoured syrup, oh dear God, they are good.  Like little bits of heavenly sweetness that melt in your mouth.  If there is a heaven that is what I would imagine it would taste like.