It’s
Fat Tuesday! Actual Fat Tuesday, not
just one of the “eight days a week” here in the blog, where I often celebrate
food or joyful abundance or generosity. I’d like to celebrate by having cookies
for breakfast and pancakes for dinner, but I will probably celebrate by having
concession stand food at the 7th grade Regional volleyball
tournament tonight.
I
guess cookies for breakfast is still a possibility, as it’s mid-morning* and I
still haven’t 1) eaten breakfast 2) posted this blog entry, as I’ve been kicked
off the Internet again. A healthier choice would be an apple, a banana, or a peanut
butter sandwich, but, hey, it’s Fat Tuesday! I
think there’s some chocolate pudding in the fridge.
Speaking
of pudding and pancakes, and sweet things in general, here again are links to a
couple poems with those food items in them:
“A Man’s World” in Sweet
“CassandraThrows Out the First Pancake” in Prick of
the Spindle
In
case I don’t get back on the Internet until nighttime, sweet dreams. *Ah, noonish: I went with the banana and peanut butter sandwich.
But a woman can dream...
5 comments:
Happy Mardi Gras, Kathleen!
Alas, yesterday's blizzard canceled our Pancake Supper scheduled for tonight.
Thanks, Seana! Alas, Maureen! But imaginary pancakes are good, too.
Swinging the broom at the smoke detector is so my style!
Oh, Collagemama, someday we will get together in the kitchen and cook up a great pancake supper! And quite a cloud of smoke.
And, in Random Coinciday mode, I recently encountered pancakes in Sing Them Home, by Stephanie Kallos. Then I finished the book this morning. Sigh...
NEBRASKA.
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