In the four and a half years that Jon and I have been married, we haven’t had breakfast for dinner once.  Not one single time.  Shocking, I know.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like breakfast foods.

So when Jon wanted pancakes the other night I agreed, with the condition that they could be pumped full of chocolate chips and then I would top my stack with powdered sugar.  Because what’s better than a breakfast food than a breakfast food covered in sugar?

I have to say, they were pretty darn good.  But then again, so are most things garnished with sugar.