Iron Chef Dumbass

Genius struck me out of the blue last night while making dinner for the boys. Like a chunk of frozen waste water falling from a jet liner at high altitude, I looked down at the ingredients of my chocolate chip pancakes and though, "what if I added marshmallows to this?"

Yes, my friends, s'more pancakes. Go ahead, take a minute.

The boys were on these like hyenas on a gazelle carcass.

Tomorrow's Saturday, treat yourself, treat your family. (picture me winking and shooting you with my fingers like Isaac from The Love Boat)

*Sadly, I just googled "s'more pancakes" and in 0.34 seconds the Oracle delivered me 679,000 entries. Whatever. I know mine were better. Not only that, I love my children more than those people as well. They probably hate unicorns and old people and don't recycle. Planet killing fascists.