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Well, I declare...

I was going to say that I have a confession to make, but it is more like a declaration.

I love the taste of pancakes with bacon and maple syrup.

For years I scoffed and laughed at the absurdity of it, but now I have seen the light! All of those years wasted when I could have been eating them together, it makes me weep...
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Anonymous said…
saute some apple with it too - it is divine!
13 May 2008 at 18:43
Kris McCracken said…
I will have to try that now. Jen had some, and didn't mind it, but isn't interested in going back. Henry however, he thought that it was genius.

I'm looking for some grits for us to have one day for breaky!
13 May 2008 at 20:38
Anonymous said…
I'm thinking that the bacon/apple/maple syrup is much better than grits. The version I have had (often) is atop some lovely thick french toast. So add some french toast and apple to the mix - is bewdiful!

Henry is clearly a man of superior tastes.
14 May 2008 at 20:44
The D in D & T said…
I agree with Tania. Here, I usually dip a muffin in egg, fry it, add bacon, and maple syrup and oh my the deliciousness of it all. Eat well, cholesterol checks later :)
17 May 2008 at 00:29
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