Went with Rita to the church tonight to help them with what ever it is they call the day before.
We were the first there and they got unlocked and got to it. Told them I could mix pancakes if they'd show me where the sourdough starter was.
Blank stare. Had some bags of stuff, said you just had to add water to make pancake batter, ok, then the two ladies drug out a couple big measuring cups and I got spooked and decided to help Rita with the sausage. Should have taken my 15 Lodges, got assigned a couple lectric skillets, had some sort of strange seasoning on them so I had to use a plastic Turner so as to not damage it. Figure Martha Stewart must a seasoned it.
Found out I really wasn't gonna cook sausage but was just heating up up leftovers. Some Jimmy Dean had leftover cause the packages said they were already cooked so that means they were leftovers.
Got in trouble with Rita and she whacked me with her turner cause I kept singing Big Bad John.
Pancakes they made dropped the batter on the griddle with something that looked like a miniature top of a cream separator and it was damn stingy with the batter. Didn't make a proper pancake, was no more than 6 inches across. Kinda like them wimpy things you get in resteraunts
Met the new Sky Pilot, but he never heard the term Sky Pilot before. Must be fresh out of seminary and was sick the day they taught other terms for circuit riders.
Ate. They had plenty of help cleaning up. Some of the youth group must have been bad and got put on KP.
Asked Dale, the ramrod of the kitchen if I could take a couple extra pancakes for my buddy and he said sure. He's been to the house and Rowdy likes him.
Came home. Put some peanut butter on them cause we like peanut butter on them on Nebraska.
I'm hiding in the bedroom cause the V show is on.