Lazy Sunday

After sustaining a sprint-like pace during my time in Washington, Sunday’s breakfast was a much welcomed rest.

.(Note the pancake letters.)

During our visit to Trader Joe’s the day before (which is where we found out from a cashier that there was a methlab bust in a GW freshman dorm room), I discovered heaven in the form of food: pumpkin pancakes. I quickly bought two boxes, along with a box of spiced apple bread mix. As a result of this marvelous discovery, Jaclyn, Aaron, and I realized that brunch the next morning was a must.

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So at 10:30 a.m. we got up and started cooking. Jaclyn was in charge of the bacon, Aaron setting the table, and I had the pancakes. And in an attempt to expand my culinary skills, I tried making a Mickey Mouse head (which failed) and the first letters of each of our names (which worked out well for all of us, save Aaron’s A).

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Once the cooking was finished, we sat down to our OJ, coffee, bacon, and pancakes, and enjoyed the morning.