Pancakes save my life

When I am a nice person, in the daytime and I've forgotten about my night, then I make pancakes. With leftover oatmeal and cooked squash, really anything I think can go un-noticed, no really! They are good.
Then I freeze most of them, and the next morning, or the morning after that when I cannot open my eyes because of my night but my youngest is already screaming for food and pulling the sheets off me in bed, I go out, blindly hand him a frozen one, put more in the toaster oven, and that with apple sauce quiets the beast. Until they are gone. By then, I'm usually more functional.

One of my ongoing agree to disagree conversations with George is about cold cereal. I know, yes, the foundation of the modern breakfast. I happen to think it's not really that great for you, and for that I thank Sally Fallon. In any case, since I do the grocery shopping, I don't buy the stuff, and so--pancakes are my response to food fast in the morning.

And before you ask me, I will make my small case that any "food" that has been ground to a pulp, turned into a slurry, had synthetic vitamins added to it, extruded under high pressure and high heat and then coated with any various sweet thing is not in fact food. It may be a food product. It might be trying to be food. It most certainly is no effing whole grain.
My eyes know what whole grains look like. and they don't look like cheerios. End of case.

And now, a deep and wide THANK YOU to those of you who commented. Shucks, you're making me so happy. I know you are checking in and it makes me feel loved. :)