Mmm... pancakes and maple syrup...
After a half hour drive up to Elmira north of Waterloo on Saturday (made longer by the lines of greedy maple syrup grubbing locals), I stepped out of the car and took a deep breath of fresh air. After I recovered from my coughing fit, I made my way to the clock tower / meeting place to meet the esteemed Denis and Janice, fresh from the hot tub at the bed and breakfast they were staying at in noble Fergus. Off we went in search of pancakes.
We found some, but they were being thrown about by people standing in hula-hoops using crazy implements like tennis rackets, spatulas and flippers. Absurd you say!!! Indeed!
We also found this neat device that shoots mini marshmallows. Well, you'd better believe that Denis thought this was the bee's knees as he proceeded to fill my chest full of steaming mallow. I did my best arm flailing, then went in search of further adventure.
(Sidebar - why the heck would they have only one person running the latte stand? I just wanted a coffee, but the line didn't move because of the pretentious latte drinkers at the front of the line ordering their pretentious smelling lattes, which take a pretentiously long time to make. How prissy can you get. Prim sissies.)
Finally we were there - the pancake tent!!! The magic of pancakes unfolded before our eyes as we watching in awe... a tear trickled down my cheek, and I told the lady to watch where she is throwing that salt. Finally, with my two pancakes on paper plate, the coup de grace - maple syrup!!! The lady at the end of the line smiled and poured... and poured and poured and poured until I had to wipe the maple syrup off my shoes and out of my hair.
Ha ha ha, had you going there didn't I? That last part was not true - I'm practically bald.