January 28: National Blueberry Pancakes Day

You know, I’m not really a pancake person. I really like pancakes, yes, but it wasn’t until I met Bryce that I realized there are people who are actually obsessed with pancakes. Unfortunately, Bryce has since gone gluten-free, but in our early days of dating we spent many mornings (or early afternoons :/) at breakfast places so Bryce could get his pancake fix.


My issue with pancakes isn’t that they aren’t good. They definitely are. My issue is that when I eat something, I like a variety. I like to have a bite of one thing, then a bite of another, then maybe two bites of something else, etc. I’m a fan of multiple flavors. When you order pancakes, you get a stack of 1,500 calories of pancakes. A bite of pancake… then another bite of pancake… then another bite of pancakes.


To solve this problem, when we go to brunch, I like to order a combo, if available. So when Bryce used to order wheat germ blueberry pancakes, I’d usually order the “18 Wheeler Dealer” like a lumberjack or something. But it is so much better! You get a pancake AND an egg AND some bacon or sausage AND potatoes! It’s the BEST. Unfortunately, people in California seem to like egg white broccoli scrambles and not 18 Wheeler Dealers. Combos do not exist! It’s so frustrating! We don’t go to breakfast very often anymore, but now it’s always a struggle choosing between salty or sweet instead of BOTH.


That’s the definition of struggle, right? Choosing between pancakes or eggs?

Anyway, pancakes for dinner is a rarity around here, but these were delicious, even without the sides.


Tomorrow: Corn Chip Day

2 Responses to “National Blueberry Pancake Day”

  1. Stacie says:

    I totally agree, pancakes sound good but a pancake sounds good not a stack of 6. I want eggs benedict and then a pancake…I never see that combo on the menu though. Why did Bryce go gluten free?

    • Anna says:

      Bryce went gluten free because he had some tests done and found out he has some level of intolerance for it. He feels a lot better when he avoids it. As a result, I’ve cut back, which isn’t as hard as I thought it would be (but I definitely still make pizza when he’s not home).

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