In the four and a half years that Jon and I have been married, we haven’t had breakfast for dinner once. Not one single time. Shocking, I know.
Maybe it’s because I don’t like breakfast foods.
So when Jon wanted pancakes the other night I agreed, with the condition that they could be pumped full of chocolate chips and then I would top my stack with powdered sugar. Because what’s better than a breakfast food than a breakfast food covered in sugar?
I have to say, they were pretty darn good. But then again, so are most things garnished with sugar.