Victory is mine my lovely little peeps! Sweet sweet victory! Are you right about now asking yourself “what in the world is she chripping on so about this morning”? Well since you begged to know, I’ll give up and tell. I have whooped the butt of the ever elusive chocolate chip pancake! I will politely pause here for your applause. Thank you, thank you very much! No, I haven’t lost my mind, ok, that’s debatable but for now we are going to go with the assumption that I am sane. Just hush & play along! My battle with mrs. butterworth & her non cooperating pancake yumminess in a box, began several weeks ago. My sweet baby had a sleep over and the girls wanted chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Being the ever so unprepared mother that I am, I had not one pancake mix nor chocolate chips in the house, so I sent them to the store to retrieve said ingredients. Upon their return, I head to the kitchen. Not to brag, but I am typically a good cook (one does not achieve my level of chunkiness without being able to cook good food) so anyway … I whoop up some pancake batter, dump it on the skillet & add some chocolate chips. Sixteen deformed, mutilated, uneatable pacakes later … I throw the entire batch in the trash & announce to my starving little peeps that they will be having plain pancakes for what will now be brunch. Not to be easily defeated, I continue in my effort to conquer mrs. butterworth & her uncooperating batter. I availith not. I was a beaten down chick unable to produce one decent chocolate chip pancake. After a few choice words with mrs. butterworth, I declare a rematch. Unbeknownst to mrs butterworth (whom I feel certain is in cohoots with aunt jamima to avenge my wearing of the bandana) I had a secret weapon up my sleeve. I knew for a certain fact that my dear friend & coworker miss betty, who btw is also a super mom, makes chocolate chip pancakes for her kids every morning (unlike yours truly who makes squeeze cheese & dorito’s for her kids in the morning) one might think I would find some friends who would actually make me look better as a mother instead of worse, I may have to get on that. Anyway, I go to work & ask miss betty to kindly share her secret of the chocolate chip pancake. She gladly explains the not so very complicated technically advance procedure of how to master the chocolate chip pancake. So this morning, I role my fanny out of bed and head straight to the kitchen for a rematch. And bless me … I won, I whooped mrs. butterworth’s butt, I conquered, no, I perfected the making of the chocolate chip pancake! Praise be! I am so proud of me. Anna ate them as quickly as I could fry ‘em up. I am making my way slowly but surely into the ranks of the good mama club. However, as my luck would have it, my darling husband makes his grand entrance right in the middle of my little pancake victory dance, to announce that he would like to have plain pancakes. Are you freakin’ kidding me? If I were not a good wife, he may very well have been sporting some chocolate chip pancake batter throughout the day. But … I am a good wife, so I begrudginly gladly made him some plain pancakes and I didn’t even spit in them, I maybe thought about it though.

me.