Eggs, Flour, & Butter

Sometimes in life, you feel like a giant pancake. You can be warm and sugary feeling, smothered in yummy berries and coated with maple, or you can be floppy and dried out, with pockets of lumpy dried batter all through you. Other times, you could be puffed up by the hot surrounding air and resemble more of a cake than a pancake. Or be burned or flattened by the skillet of life - so much so, that no pad of butter can grease your way back into joy. My dad like to put pecans in his pancakes. I think it suits him. If he were a pancake, he would be nutty. What kind of pancake am I today? I think I am a Flap Jack... Well-browned by my surroundings, but not crispy. Light enough to munch on singularly, but better tasting if I were given the means to make myself better. I think I need some strawberries in my life. What kind of pancake are you, reader?