Exit Stage Left

When I was younger my grandmother owed property where she grew patch upon patch of blueberries that she washed and froze and then distributed to the entire family. As a consequence I was basically force fed blueberry pancakes and waffles a good share of my childhood--a sure-fire way to insure avoidance as an adult. Basically, I've never been much of a fan of breakfast foods. I like bacon, sausage is okay and I've recently even developed a slight taste for eggs, but I still detest french toast, waffles and pancakes and am nauseated by even the odor of maple, so syrup's out all-together.

About a month ago I got a craving for pancakes with strawberry syrup from Village Inn. An almost unrealistic thought that I can't explain, but I couldn't stop obsessing about them. Rather than sitting in a sub-standard restaurant by myself I decided to buy my own syrup and make my own at home. Since that Saturday morning a month ago I have made pancakes no less than four times--all due to an insatibale craving. I still can't really say that I like pancakes, but I don't see an end to the cravings anytime soon. It could be worse, blueberries could be in season.