I guess it all started with the dream. In it I was sleeping covered by a huge, steaming pancake, instead of a blanket. Naturally, I woke with a craving for flapjacks. No one was around to fulfill my culinary needs, so I thought I’d do it myself. How hard could it be?
I set about collecting the likely ingredients: sardines, olives, brown sugar, and a chocolate cake mix. I dumped everything into a pan, but I needed something to use for blending. That’s when things turned against me in the form of a booby-trap.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before famous author, Robert Hansen came home and untangled me. He apologized for the “inadvertent snare” (his words). I forgave him and asked him to join me for pancakes.