Blueberry Pancakes Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

"I was just out and knew I hadn't had your blueberry pancakes in a while. Add that to the fact that it's a beautiful day for a bike ride and I couldn't help myself." "You're as full of shit as Myrtle is," Pops said, as he smiled. "I'll have her bring over some coffee if I can get her to stop yabbering long enough, while I get your pancakes started. A stack of three. They're good for the things we don't want to talk about."

MARISSA “These pancakes are so yummy.” Annie sighed contently, helping herself to another one from the stack sitting on the kitchen island between us. Tiny spots of blueberry specked the fluffy golden disks. Even if I had to say so myself, this was one of the better batches I’d ever made. Meticulously poring over the recipe and actually paying attention while I was cooking them before Annie woke up definitely paid off. I wanted to do something nice for her and Denise to apologize for the gloominess I had tried, and failed, to hide all weekend.

Kind of like something you’d find in a mansion—if that mansion had been built for werewolves. I found the flour and eggs easily enough and set to work mixing three different pancake batters: blueberry, chocolate chip, and apple cinnamon—Andy’s favorite, I’d learned last night. The scent of sugar and spice filled the air, grounding me in the best way. There was something healing in the rhythm of cooking, in doing something simple and human. “I love this,” Polly sighed. “The pups. Andy. This kitchen. All of it.” “I know. Me too.”

“Introducing: Pancake Intervention. Or, as I call it, Intern-vention.” “I hate you.” “You love me,” he said, placing the plate down in front of me like he was offering peace to a wild animal. “And you haven’t eaten in five hours. That’s probably why your brain’s melting.” I stared at the pancakes. Then at him. “Brandon. I have exactly three hours to finish five applications, fix my resume, write a cover letter that doesn’t sound like I’m begging for my life, and—why are there blueberries in these?”

Why was Liam making a second batch? “We’re not expecting anyone else for breakfast, are we?” I asked. “No.” Liam moved toward the refrigerator. Holding the door open with his foot, he leaned down and plucked a small container from one of the shelves inside. “But this batch is going to be blueberry.” My stomach gurgled with excitement. “I love blueberry pancakes.” “I know,” he said, which surprised me. He never acted like he knew any of these things when we’d been married. Sometimes I had felt like he didn’t really know me all that well at all.

It was good because I needed more time before those questions came in. To shift the mood, I nodded toward the menu board behind the counter, where a colorful chalk drawing advertised their weekend brunch specials. “You know what I’ve been thinking about since we sat down? Pancakes. Specifically, why blueberries are clearly superior to chocolate chips.” Anyta’s eyebrows shot up, a small smile tugging at her lips. The change in topic caught her off guard, exactly as I’d hoped. “Oh, we’re doing this now? In the middle of whatever that was?” She gestured vaguely toward the window where the SUV had vanished.

I stuff a giant forkful of blueberry pancake into my mouth, blocking those questions before they can escape. Breakfast. Pancakes. This steaming mug of coffee. Better focus on things that make sense.

I sigh when I hear the footsteps retreat our of my hearing line, after a few minutes of boredom I'm left with nothing to do but observe my surroundings. Even through my half shut eyes I can tell that this isn't the room I've been staying in the last three days, the material laying on me is soft and silky. The room is dark and not because of the adjusted lighting, the curtains are dark, the furniture is arranged differently and the scent filling the room smells so familiar. I inhale deeply taking the scent in, cologne, smoke, whiskey, after-shave and the overpowering smell of ap– Holy blueberry pancakes. This realization has me tensing up, my mind goes into overdrive making me almost cry out

I kissed his chest and rolled off of him. I asked, "Are you hungry?" He replied, "I am, but I don't know if we have any groceries here yet." I smiled, "Let's go look." I opened my suitcase and found my robe. I put it on and walked to the kitchen. I started looking in the refrigerator, then the freezer. Aidinth walked into the kitchen, and I asked, "How about breakfast for dinner? I have everything I need for some blueberry pancakes." He smiled, "That actually sounds great." I grinned, "I will start it." I mixed the batter, then grabbed the blueberries. I put them in the batter and heated a griddle with butter on it while I mixed the batter and blueberries together. I poured the batter onto t