Breakfast For Dinner

Every so often, when everybody has had a big lunch or nobody really wants anything, the words "breakfast for dinner" come into play. Pancakes, toast, eggs, bacon, sausage. You name it, we might have it. There's always the possibility.

Today was one of those days. Half the family had Mexican food for lunch, the other half, sub sandwiches, and nobody was in the mood for anything, so huge glasses of milk, four-inch pancakes and turkey bacon it was.

I'll admit, I didn't used to be a fan of breakfast for dinner. It used to feel weird and like it was hardly enough food to be called dinner, especially since I wasn't fond of much back then. But that was some-odd years ago, and since then, I've developed a keen love for 

The good stuff.

I'm a pancake addict.

And that's alright with me.