#pancake

But unfortunately, when you have a kid, you sometimes eat everything they leave behind. So far today I've had some of her leftover pancakes with peanut butter. ↗

— Joely Fisher

#butter #eat #everything #far #had

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff. ↗

— Ahmet Zappa

#beef #breakfast #day #dinner #during

A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap. ↗

— Mitch Hedberg

#like #pancake #syrup #trap #waffle

I think children are like pancakes. You sort of ruin the first one, and you get better at it the second time around. ↗

— Kelly Ripa

#better #children #first #get #i

Okay, so let's say we're all in the bubble. What's tonight then? Part of the bubble too? Because, it can't be all bad if there's Nutter Butter pancakes, right?" He flashed a crooked smile. "This? This is a blip in the bubble. A glitch in the matrix. This is the ultimate not-supposed to. ↗

— Margaux Froley

#inspirational #inspired #pancakes #supposed-to #inspirational

I certainly don't sit around in the morning making pancakes listening to Whitehouse or anything. ↗

— Thurston Moore

#around #certainly #i #listening #making

I'm an awfully loyal friend. Once I've started a relationship with someone, it's like they are syrup and I'm a pancake. Their syrup gets into my pancake, so to speak. ↗

— Warren Farrell

#friend #gets #i #into #like

I realised something else tonight. Something about pancakes.’ ‘What about them?’ ‘We both got so obsessed about that first pancake being thrown away that we forgot something really important,’ Max explained. ‘That first pancake tastes just as good as all the other ones. It’s not its fault that it was first in line and the pan wasn’t hot enough so it got a bit lumpy and misshapen.’ ‘And when you’re really famished that first pancake tastes better than all the ones that come after it,’ Neve said, and then she couldn’t wait any longer. Her arms were around Max before she’d even finished forming the thought, but his arms were around her too in that exact same moment. Just having him there to hold, warm and solid and real, was enough for five seconds, and then she was peppering his face with kisses – his forehead, his eyebrows, the tip of his crooked nose, along his cheekbones until she reached the glittering prize of his mouth. Sometimes Neve thought that her appetite was the most robust thing about her, and she didn’t kiss Max so much as she devoured him. Graceless, messy kisses without any thought or reason, but simply because she hungered for him. Kissed him with everything she had and everything she was, and she didn’t know why she could kiss Max and have him kiss her back with the same fierceness but still be greedy for the next kiss and the one after that and the one after that and the one… ↗

— Sarra Manning

#love #pancakes #realizations #relationships #love

Aspiring to a souffle, he achieves a pancake at which the reader saws without much appetite. ↗

— John Leonard

#appetite #aspiring #much #pancake #reader

I can still memory - taste the fresh buttermilk pancakes and hot buttermilk biscuits - both made with lard! - that were cooked on the top, or in the oven, of that ancient iron stove. ↗

— Vernon L. Smith

#biscuits #both #cooked #fresh #hot