#pancake

Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#pancakes #love

I certainly don't sit around in the morning making pancakes listening to Whitehouse or anything. ↗

— Thurston Moore

#around #certainly #i #listening #making

The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves. ↗

— W. C. Fields

#his #i #laziest #man #met

It probably goes without saying that I enjoy the potato pancakes, delicious hams and so forth that maddeningly turn up at this time of year. ↗

— Fred Melamed

#enjoy #forth #goes #i #pancakes

In a big family the first child is kind of like the first pancake. If it's not perfect, that's okay, there are a lot more coming along. ↗

— Antonin Scalia

#big #big family #child #coming #family

Okay, so let's say we're all in the bubble. What's tonight then? Part of the bubble too? Because, it can't be all bad if there's Nutter Butter pancakes, right?" He flashed a crooked smile. "This? This is a blip in the bubble. A glitch in the matrix. This is the ultimate not-supposed to. ↗

— Margaux Froley

#inspirational #inspired #pancakes #supposed-to #inspirational

I'm an awfully loyal friend. Once I've started a relationship with someone, it's like they are syrup and I'm a pancake. Their syrup gets into my pancake, so to speak. ↗

— Warren Farrell

#friend #gets #i #into #like

I realised something else tonight. Something about pancakes.’ ‘What about them?’ ‘We both got so obsessed about that first pancake being thrown away that we forgot something really important,’ Max explained. ‘That first pancake tastes just as good as all the other ones. It’s not its fault that it was first in line and the pan wasn’t hot enough so it got a bit lumpy and misshapen.’ ‘And when you’re really famished that first pancake tastes better than all the ones that come after it,’ Neve said, and then she couldn’t wait any longer. Her arms were around Max before she’d even finished forming the thought, but his arms were around her too in that exact same moment. Just having him there to hold, warm and solid and real, was enough for five seconds, and then she was peppering his face with kisses – his forehead, his eyebrows, the tip of his crooked nose, along his cheekbones until she reached the glittering prize of his mouth. Sometimes Neve thought that her appetite was the most robust thing about her, and she didn’t kiss Max so much as she devoured him. Graceless, messy kisses without any thought or reason, but simply because she hungered for him. Kissed him with everything she had and everything she was, and she didn’t know why she could kiss Max and have him kiss her back with the same fierceness but still be greedy for the next kiss and the one after that and the one after that and the one… ↗

— Sarra Manning

#love #pancakes #realizations #relationships #love

Aspiring to a souffle, he achieves a pancake at which the reader saws without much appetite. ↗

— John Leonard

#appetite #aspiring #much #pancake #reader

I can still memory - taste the fresh buttermilk pancakes and hot buttermilk biscuits - both made with lard! - that were cooked on the top, or in the oven, of that ancient iron stove. ↗

— Vernon L. Smith

#biscuits #both #cooked #fresh #hot