Shit I Likes #1 - The Pancakes Edition with Bonus Haiku

This will be another one of those things that I pretend to update you on every now and then. First things first. Pancakes are some badass shit. Love me some pancakes. Take some butter and smack it up, flip it, rub it down all over them golden brown 'cakes and pour syrup all over it like it was water on a buxom 20 year old co-eds white t-shirt. Yeah, that's the ticket. I will also accept some powdered sugar sprinkled on top for added effect or cinnamon sprinkled into the batter. Hot damn, I'm hungry.

Some people call them flapjacks, some call them hotcakes, but it's all the same to me. The perfect pancake can be the greatest breakfast treat known to mankind. They're even great for "brinner", though, I skip all the sides at night. I go straight pancakes at that point. As long as them badboys ain't overcooked or burnt, you've got money. No wonder they sell like...uh...hotcakes at the wafflehouse.

In fact, I love me some pancakes so much, I wrote a haiku about them. Anyone who knows me knows that anything that's worth being written about or loved can be condensed into a haiku; the Japanese poem consisting of three lines with the first and third line containing five syllables and the second having seven.

Anyway, here's a little haiku I wrote for you my beloved pancakes:

Warm, golden, tasty.
Breakfast, dinner, whenever.
Need pancake love now.

Hell yeah. Pancakes.