Cherry cola pancakes

I was not planning to write anything today, much less write a post about pancakes, yet here I am and look what has happened.

Tradition is quite the phenomenon. It drives us to do the same fucking thing over and over and over again, year after year, without tiring of it—much less driving ourselves batshit crazy. How human of us.

And with Easter approaching, we can expect to carry out the same traditions once again, whether we like it or not. Family gatherings, for one. Nobody really likes those, do they? Much easier to send each other tidings of joy through Facebook.

Then you have the traditions of food. There shall be honey-glazed ham; mashed potatoes; that addictive, crunchy ramen salad; and of course chocolate bunnies and goddamn jelly beans. I mean it this time: Are you there, God? It’s me, June Baby, and I’d like you to damn jelly beans to their well-deserved vomit-filled Hell. Literally.  

Because fuck you. source

Do you like pancakes?

Here’s a culinary mystery if there ever was one: why, exactly, do we eat cake for breakfast?

Not literal cake; just cake-like items, like pancakes (lightly sweetened cakes cooked in a fry pan and then drenched in maple syrup), waffles (similar, but with a higher fat content to ensure crispiness), French toast (batter-coated slices of bread which are fried and, of course, drenched in maple syrup), and more. The sugar isn’t limited to these weekend specialties, either. Breakfast cereals, like cocoa puffs and the legendary Oreo-O’s. 

Okay, that's it. I'm moving to Korea. source