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November 2012: The Day I Made 100 Pancakes

Serving gratitude from a hot AA stove

I opened the old, wooden screen door, and to my surprise, discovered I had entered a kitchen. It was long and narrow, and the heat hit me like a wall. Bending over an open oven door, a guy in cut-off shorts and a polka-dot bandana hollered, “Hi there! My name is Ray. Can you short-
order cook?”

That was probably the last question I expected anybody to ask me. My mental defenses immediately revved into high gear. I recovered enough to realize that even if I could short-order cook—which I couldn’t —cooking was not what I had in mind. I promptly answered,... Login to read more
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