Last night at about 10:00, the book I was reading mentioned "hotcakes". Suddenly, I had to have some pancakes. I don't usually have pancake mix in the house, so I made them from scratch (those of you that know me will not be surprised by this, I bake a lot). I was thinking, "this is nuts" while I was doing it, but it didn't matter. I NEEDED some pancakes.
Usually, I like cornmeal or whole wheat pancakes, and I don't add butter, or not very much. Often I like to put jam on them instead of syrup. This time, it had to be plain buttermilk pancakes.
I made four, with lots of butter and real maple syrup. Yum, yum, yum. But then, I was so full that I had a hard time going to sleep!