There are only three major vote getting days in Absoroka County, and I can't remember the other two. "Oh God, no. It's Pancake Day." I thought about shooting myself. I could see the headlines: Sheriff shoots self, unable to face pancakes.

We drove to a place in Sandy Bay, right near the beach. They had so many things on the menu, but mostly they had lots of different types of pancakes. Pancakes with blueberries, pancakes with bacon and eggs, pancakes with baked banana and maple syrup.
My brother’s serving had so much whipped cream on top that he had to dig a tunnel through the cream to get to the pancakes. He was full after about ten mouthfuls, and he seemed genuinely sad to leave so much behind. He’d tried his best but the pancakes had won.

There was no time for chit-chat when there were chocolate chip pancakes to be eaten.

Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him.

Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.

I like pancakes.