I think the chief benefit to living with someone is the prospect of pancakes. Iif you are living alone, and there isn’t much to eat in the house that’s breakfast worthy, you might just have your cuppa tea or coffee and let your stomach growl.

When you are living with someone else, though, you have a good excuse to make pancakes. I mean, you can’t let your partner go hungry, can you?

They were pretty killer pancakes, too. And the black currant cassis I happened to have lying around (because no plain strawberry jam or grape jelly suits this chick) seemed almost as though I wasn’t just wolfing down the puffy joy of a fresh ‘cake.

If everything else should fall apart, as Ilsa and Rick always had Paris, we will have had Sunday morning pancakes.