We had pancakes for breakfast. Because I bought a bottle of blueberry syrup yesterday. The cats like pancakes. So, Brian always makes enough batter to make a huge pancake for the cats, which he rips apart and tosses to the unwashed masses.
Yesterday, I cooked a roast in the crockpot. Not for dinner, but for Brian’s lunch. I slice it up and it makes a couple of week’s worth of sandwiches. I cook it one day, wrap it in foil, put in the frig, then run the slicer the next morning. I usually have a problem with helpers when I do the slicing.
Not this morning, they were too busy eating pancakes.
The didn’t eat all of the pancake, though, and I had to go through the kitchen and dining room, picking up uneaten pieces of pancake. They’re no fun to step on barefoot, ya know.