I tell ya, those were some fuckin' tasty blueberry pancakes. They was downright SCRUMPTIOUS. Almost two days later, and I can still taste 'em. Fresh blueberries poked into the pooled, crisping batter like land mines of deliciousness. To melt and caramelize and eventually burst like little syrupy-blue flavor detonations on your tongue. You got some blueberries and some pancake mix, you take advantage. It ain't hard to make. The breakfast of champions and sorcerers and Olympic gold medal-winning physicist minotaurs, purebred or otherwise. Happy holidays, y'all. Enjoy what the world brings ya. Current Mood: Heineken dark lager
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