This entire weekend
conspired against me to make pancakes. I’m serious.
First, my best friend was visiting me from WI. She is
nothing if not the pancake queen. They’re really the only food she knows how to, or enjoys, making. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snack. If I ask what she
wants, the answer will be “pancakes.”
Second, we watched 50/50. I absolutely obsessed with the
movie because of the storyline, characters, humor, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt
(Umm, hello? Have we met?) and cannot stop watching it. The retired greyhound
dog Skeletor also helps. He’s too cute.
Aaaaaanyways, back to pancakes. There’s a scene where Joseph
Gordon Levitt’s character is hopped up on morophine and is delightfully
unfiltered. When his love interest comes to visit he’s all cute, lying in the
hospital bed, woozy and delirious and looks at her with this adorable
expression as says “I wanna make you pancakes.”
That’s it. Just a simple desire to make the woman he cares
for pancakes.
