Oh Boy, it's Sunday morning. What's so special with Sunday? Well that means pancakes. I like them because they are warm, even though syrup spills out all over me. I'm a breakfast plate and spend most of my time in a cabinet and dread The day I slip out of someone's fingers and smashing to smithereens on the floor. I've lost a few close friends that way, mainly tea cups. So I have a growing community of single saucers. They just stand around in the dark corners of the cabinet, behind me and my other friends, the cereal bowls, now there's a happy bunch.

But back to Sundays. After a dark, cold night in the cabinet having warm pancakes covering me is liKe a warm snug blanket, it's the cold syrup that I'm not too fond of. After breakfast I'll go onto the dishwasher where, much like a shower, hot sudsy water will splash all over. Oh! What a nice warm way to start the day but alas then it's back into the dark, cold cabinet waiting to become one of the major players at the dinner table, I like a dark, rich, brown and savory Beef Gravy.

Then after dinner it's back to the dishwasher and then back into the cabinet, overnight that cabinet can become darned cold.