The Problem With Pancakes

The Problem with Pancakes

The problem with pancakes is that they are a torture device for me. I love them. I adore them. However, pancakes do not love me back. Those fluffy, evil roundels of pure "bad for you" carbohydrates are irresistible hell. Of course, one cannot have pancakes without syrup. They just taste so, so good, especially with a glass of milk.

Without getting too detailed, I will explain the process that I go through after eating pancakes. First, my stomach gets upset. I'll spare you the details. Then I have a sugar high in which my hands shake and I get a little disoriented. My stomach is still upset at this point. Then my blood sugar drops, fast, and I end up with a headache and usually need to sleep for a couple of hours. When I wake up from my sugar-induced coma sleep, my stomach is still upset and I'm grumpy. It's a lot of fun.

The other day at IHOP, my hubby said, "If I were you, I would never, ever eat pancakes." I was good; I ordered a sandwich and DID NOT order pancakes. I didn't even look at the pancakes on the menu. However, one of my sons didn't eat his pancakes. I wrestled with myself; I really did. Suffice it to say, I had to sleep for two hours Saturday afternoon and woke up grumpy.

The whole scenario reminds me of a poem. Here it is:


This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

I'll just leave it at that.