is admitting you have a problem.
Hello, my name is Kara and I'm addicted to blueberry pancakes.
Ask my stove. 12am heat ups.
Ask my grocery receipts. Fresh blueberries are sooo much better than frozen.
(I just had one and already my mouth is watering for another.)
Ask my over priced real maple syrup. It's already out. At six dollars a bottle for the syrup and three dollars for a small stash of blueberries, this addiction is not cheap.
I know all the slang too. Griddlecakes, flapjacks, hotcakes, blinis, johnnycakes, caterpillar cakes...I know the lingo man. I'm in too deep. Wheat or buttermilk. It doesn't matter.
Please don't plan an intervention. A person has to want to get better. I don't.
But seriously, real maple syrup on above mentioned drug of choice is the only way to go. You'll never go back. Remember, six dollars a bottle. Don't say I didn't warn you.