Beach Pancakes

On holidays at the beach, with the early morning sun rising up over the ocean, pancakes were really the only option for breakfast. My friend watched on as I (in charge of cooking said pancakes) shook the mixture in its helpful shaker bottle and poured three perfect pancakes into the pan on the stove. While I kept an eye on the pancakes, we chatted away, catching up on the missed details of each others lives, as you can only really do when you have time on holidays.

After about ten minutes my friend questioned whether the pancakes were taking a while to cook or if I was perhaps slow cooking them (you know, so they were more tender) and we realised, (I think we both need to take the blame), that the stove was not even on. So, in fact, there were no pancakes cooking at all. And we couldn't get the stove on for another couple of minutes because we were laughing so hysterically (all giddy with holiday fever, footloose and fancy free).

The wonderful thing is......it didn't even matter, because on holidays you have all the time in the world to cook a gazillion pancakes, guzzle them down with maple syrup, wash them down with orange juice and head down to the beach to catch a few more rays.