“Mommy, Mommy! The Pancake Fairy visited in the night and left me a beautiful stack of pancakes, all covered in… wait a minute, where’s the syrup? Where’s the pat of butter? That’s all I get here, a dry stack of pancakes? You know, I’m not feeling so good about the Pancake Fairy all of a sudden.”
Does the pancake fairy live in that cat tree from yesterday?
Dagnabbit! I forgot it was Shrove Tuesday and
had oatmeal for breakfast. I do like to follow
traditions, but I’m not cooking yet, MyMike is,
and he hasn’t mastered pancakes yet. He would
have made a stab at pancakes if I had thought
to bring it up. Don’t know what I would do
without him. Die, probably.
I can’t blame that purrty kitty for wanting the butter and syrup. That’s a heap of pancakes, me thinks kitty has eyes bigger than its’ tummy. And after eating all that, go jump up and down in the fairy forest, to exercise. Now I’m hungry for some.
Kitty has beautiful white socks.
Didn’t make pancakes, but I brought in cinnamon macarons with lemon curd filling for the office.
Pancake day isn’t on the calendar, by the way. I wish I had known. (There might be pancakes in the cafeteria, though. But breakfast will be getting cleared away soon.)
Today’s lunch menu is Mardi Gras themed – the grill special is a shrimp po’boy, the deli special is a New Orleans Muffaletta, and the soup is chicken gumbo. (None of which I will eat, mind you.)
I’m having intermittent issues accessing the site. I get redirected to an install.php page.
Now I want pancakes…
Sorry about that, Jen. I’m aware of the problem and I’m working on getting it fixed. In the meantime, I’ve noticed that this issue occurs near the top of the hour, so you may have better luck viewing the site at other times.
Allein, this is the only day of the year that I really miss living in the States. After 15 Mardi Gras in Louisiana, I tend to miss the mimosas, the King cake, the jambalaya and the po’boys!
Several years ago our “holiday” party (it’s usually in February and is never Christmas-themed, although a couple times it fell on Valentine’s Day so they went with that) was Mardi Gras-themed (not the food, though; that was standard office-catering-fare they did every year*). There are still beads floating around the office (though I seem to have gotten rid of mine somewhere along my several cubicle moves).
*[they used to do a huge thing involving all of the office and warehouse staff and shut the place down for half the day and it pretty much turned into a dance club** after lunch and anniversary awards/raffles/speeches from the bigwigs; the last couple years they’ve just done a smaller breakfast thing for the office, and a separate thing for the two warehouse shifts, which I personally find much nicer, even if it doesn’t basically get me a half day of no work. I used to go back to my desk once the dance party portion started but nothing much ever got done after that.]
**[part of the fun was seeing the wide range of outfits people would wear. A lot of the Indian women would wear colorful saris, some people looked like they were going to the prom, and there was a fair amount of extremely work-inappropriate club-type wear. One year we saw a woman run out holding onto her corset-top because the ties broke (or came loose, at least); her friend dashed out behind her to help. It could be quite entertaining.]
Allein, do you work for Dunder Mifflin?!?!!
I’ve never actually watched that show…
Someone brought in Polish ‘angel wings’ yesterday and we have about four King Cakes in the break room. Growing up Penn Dutch, we had fasnachts, which could also be used to build your patio.
Having gone to college in Lancaster County, PA, this made me snort.
Seriously?
You’re a Diplomat too?
(class of ’91)
Nope. I’m a Blue Jay (class of ’97).
Small world.
Going up there in a few weeks, just in time for the spring fertilizing. Bet you don’t miss that!!
I haven’t been there in a few years, now (little over 6, I guess). I always said when the wind is right, it smells like chocolate (from the M&M Mars plant, not Hershey) and when the wind is wrong, it smells like cows.
Fresh-mulch-around-the-dorms time was not pleasant.
Man, I would’ve loved smelling chocolate instead of cows.
Remember touring that plant when I took a Cost Accounting class. Supposedly people gain about 25 pounds working there, five quality tests every shift.
I never actually went there, but we did do the Hershey tour one parents’ weekend.
Every time I go up there I make a pilgrimage to Wilbur’s and bring back buds for the office.
I was a day early with the Mardi Gras food and didn’t even connect food with the dates. I made jambalaya last night for dinner. And mmm, mmm it was tasty! A gentleman that I used to work with (retired now) always used to have a Carnivale/Mardi Gras party and baked a King cake for his office. Lucky me, he always saved me a piece since I worked in a different building from him (I’m at a university so we’re spread out over about 200 acres).
No pancakes at my office this morning, maybe I’ll have a waffle with peanut butter and banana instead. I guess it’s sorta the same thing – round, made of flour and cooked on a griddle???
A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap. – Mitch Hedberg
(I bought blueberry waffles yesterday. Might be a breakfast-for-dinner kinda night.)