Tonight, since my husband is working late and it's just my daughter and I, I asked Nora (my daughter) what she wanted me to make her for dinner. "Pancakes, Mama!" was her rather enthusiastic reply. Shocking. 9/10 times she will request pancakes when I say she can have whatever she wants. Maybe I should just start taking the pancake mix out and then asking her, just to be polite.
So, there I am, in my "Mama mode" making her favorite chocolate chip (the chocolate is a must) pancakes and sporting my rather ruffle-happy, cherry pie apron. And all was well, until I handed her the fresh out off the skillet breakfast treat and she forked a piece on the side (you know the little extras you get sometimes when some of the batter decides it doesn't want to join in with it's other pancake batter friends) and somehow launched the hot doughy morsel at my face. Accidentally, mind you, which is why I wasn't having a fit when said pancake piece hit me in the mouth. Now, that wouldn't be bad, just a rather hot mouth to pancake contact. However, those chocolate chips I was talking about? Yes, well, one raging, I swear lava-filled, piece stuck to the direct middle of my top lip and seared the crap out of it! I now have a chocolate chip sized burn on my lip. It's even puffed up a wee bit to let me know it's going to blister soon.
Oh and yes, before anyone asks, I did tell her it was hot before I gave it to her. More than once!
