I woke up ridiculously early Sunday morning to find this in the kitchen:
|Note the excess flour residue ALL OVER THE COUNTER. There was also a pile of his clothes in the middle of the living room floor. Ahhhh, drunk Stu.|
Which is also when he decided to pre-mix pancake batter for Sunday morning pancakes. At 3am.
I had had the weirdest craving for pancakes on Saturday afternoon and made him promise to make me some (he makes really good fluffy American pancakes!) And I guess at 3am, it made more sense to prepare the batter and not have me wake him up the next morning.
Which I did anyway, but I managed to wait until 10.
|Really happy Me with pancake ears.|