Me 'n Earl

So we left the house at about 8:30 this morning, which on a Saturday is like asking my husband to dunk himself in toxic waste, so that we could drop the dog at the groomer and meet my parents at about 9:00. Remember, we were heading out for the Maple Weekend Pancake Experience.

We drove

and drove

and drove

until we finally reached the sugar shack chosen by my parents. It was totally freezing out, and very windy. We got Daughter out of the car and started walking up to the shack only to find out there was a 1.5 hour wait. For pancakes, people. Pancakes.

So that was a bust. We ended up heading back to the nearest "town" and we pulled into the Earl's parking lot. Earl's is a 50 year-old diner type of place, famous (I found out today) for their pies, and named for this man:



It was packed, mostly with people who went to a sugar shack and freaked at the wait. This was our table - those are the table legs. With jeans and boots on them.



The most complicated thing anyone at our table ordered was steak and eggs (that was Hubby), and it took 50 minutes to arrive. That's fifty. 5-0.

My dad is funny - we are just alike. Quite tolerant of bullshit for a short time, but once we hit the wall we can't help but get mouthy. So Dad finally asked the waitress if there was a problem, and she gave us some line about how there were only two cooks. No apology or anything. A few minutes later Earl himself came to our table to say our breakfast was "just inches away." It finally came and it was good, but do you know what happens when you make an 11-month old baby sit in a high chair for that long? It's not so pretty. Thank god she's as good as she is or we'd have been in big trouble.

Anyway we cruised around some more after that to find a maple farm and buy syrup, which we did. But it was a really looooooooong morning, and Husband isn't about to let me live it down. Every time he asks me for something today I have to do it or he whines about how he drove for 5 hours this morning so I could buy some maple syrup.

Bah. Next year we'll drive straight to the maple farm and buy the syrup. Or just get it at the supermarket.

That was probably a really boring post. I'm sorry - stay tuned for something more interesting soon!

Ya'll, I stole those two photos from another website, but I can't find it now to give credit.