OK, I know I said I was going to try doing a vegan thing every few days, as a way to ease my taxed digestive system.
I’ve done fairly well, so far, but when the urge for a good, old fashioned American breakfast strikes….
If you’re anything like me, that means diving fork- first and ankle deep into a stack of pancakes. You can call them hotcakes, flapjacks, manhole covers, or crepes. It makes no flippin’ difference.
All I know is when I crave pancakes; I crave the works!
And who am I to stand in the way of my own happiness?
I mean, really?