I leaped out of bed one Saturday morning with a deep craving for pancakes. I took a quick look around, and seeing the hubby and kids still fast asleep, tiptoed to the kitchen, excited to get a head start on breakfast.
I opened the fridge door eagerly, mentally ticking off the ingredients I would need.
“Brown sugar, salt, vanilla,” I mumbled softly. I opened the fridge door wider.
I stopped cold. I had neither eggs nor milk. What?!