How do you like to spend your birthday? If you’re anything like Fox, then you probably challenged your husband (read: me) to a 50-mile bike race for charity, and then, suitably famished, you challenged your husband (see previous) to a pancake eating competition.
Okay, so maybe no one else has ever done that for their birthday. But that’s precisely how we ended up at a Denny’s one rainy (and briefly hail-peppered) Saturday last October, ready to tuck in to their $4 All-You-Can-Eat Pancake special.
Round one was a cinch. We each got our trio of pancakes and devoured them in just a few bites. We noted each others’ differing styles; Fox was less liberal with the syrup, only using half a rammekin or so, while I took a more waste-not-want-not approach, soaking the (somewhat dry) pancakes down with two entire rammekins, so as make them more edible.
And I was more than happy to oblige my fellow food gladiator. Within another five minutes or so, we had each ingested five pancakes. (I had also consumed every molecule of syrup I’d thus far been served.)
(As I write this, Fox has pressed me to note that she could have won 9 – 8.5, but she didn’t see the point of being cruel. Gee, thanks.)
And that is the story of our Great Pancake-Off of 2014. And by great, I mean disgusting! Never. Again.