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daily-deliciousness · 5 months
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Chocolate chip pancake
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fattributes · 2 years
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Chocolate Chip Pancakes
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fatty-food · 8 months
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dirtylittlebookworm · 1 month
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Y’all need to solve a motherfucking dilemma for me so I can figure out if my expectations are ridiculous or if the state of Wisconsin is ridiculous…
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jacobhorseadventures · 3 months
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Jacob Horse makes pancakes
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scoutingthetrooper · 2 years
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the-underground-candy · 5 months
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limonatarosa · 9 months
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Lois: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.
Clark : Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?
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orange-ghost · 6 months
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chocolate chip pancakes & banana.
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daily-deliciousness · 6 months
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Hot chocolate pancakes
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cartoon-food · 2 months
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letslovefood · 10 months
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girlwithlandscape · 4 months
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“Chocolate Chip Pancakes” — Caitlyn Siehl
You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you.
You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes.
I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks.
You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine.
I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.
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