#pancakes

I think children are like pancakes. You sort of ruin the first one, and you get better at it the second time around. ↗

— Kelly Ripa

#better #children #first #get #i

Breakfast is my specialty. I admit it's the easiest meal to cook, but I make everything with a twist, like lemon ricotta pancakes or bacon that's baked instead of fried. ↗

— Hugh Jackman

#bacon #baked #breakfast #cook #easiest

For Sunday breakfast, I make orange and ricotta pancakes, crepes and eggs. You know men, we usually go for breakfast because it's the easiest thing to cook and then we try to make it seem fancy. ↗

— Hugh Jackman

#breakfast #cook #easiest #easiest thing #eggs

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

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

— Thurston Moore

#around #certainly #i #listening #making

I like pancakes. ↗

— Brandon Mull

#humor #pancakes #humor

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

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted. Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes? Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes. ↗

— Zach Helm

#ferrell #fiction #food #harold #helm

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