Regret can be a tedious roommate to live with – some days are hard to slog through under the weight of it, other days I’ll find it has packed itself away in a closet, leaving me to get on with things.
I almost always get restaurant regret – since I was a kid I find myself wishing I had ordered whatever I see going by as I eat whatever it is I thought looked best at the time.
I know better now than to order pancakes when we go out for breakfast. I’m always lured by the short stack with a promise of butter, syrupy fruit and whipped cream – I’d never go so far at home – but inevitably leave feeling (appropriately) as if I’ve eaten half a cake. I prefer the grainier pancakes we have at home – this week it’s been barley pancakes, not too tweedy, but made with barley flour in place of the usual all-purpose. I find comfort in making pancakes – it makes me feel on top of things, as if I’m completely on the ball and I’ve already accomplished something first thing in the morning, regardless of the size of my to-do list. I should start adding “make pancakes” to it so I have something to scratch off.
With blueberries from the freezer, simmered with sugar or maple syrup until they pop.