I am a very lucky girl. With a whole group of good girlfriends. They’re all awesome. And very important to me.
So to make sure I keep all my awesome friends, I realized that being a good friend to them means lots of things.
It means you’re there when they’re sad. You’re there when they’re happy. You tell them when they have something in their teeth. You always have a bottle of wine prepped for a visit. You have a chocolate recipe or two ready for when they’re hormonal. You tell them when they look too skanky. You tell them when to show more skin. You don’t forget their birthday. You don’t forget the name(s) of their ex/current lovers (no matter if you love or hate every single one of them).
The list goes on…
Like I said, being a good friend means a lot of things.
This morning was no different. Mon had to get her car worked on and asked what I was doing and if I wanted to hang out in Lake Zurich for the morning.
Sure, no problem. What time? I’d love to.
8:00 in the morning.
We’ll do breakfast or something.
You had me at breakfast.
So I picked Mon up at the car repair shop and off we went to explore Lake Zurich, Illinois. I looked on Yelp.com and ran across this gem:No. Not the adult entertainment store. The cute little cafe next to it.
But that’s convenient, am I right?
When an old man opened the door for us, he made a joke about it. “So, getting some pancakes and eggs before lingerie shopping this morning?”
Insert awkward laughter here.
The Eggshells Cafe is super tiny, but super cute. Mon and I felt right at home squeezing ourselves into a corner amongst all the senior citizens who had clearly been up and at em’ for hours.
It has seriously been MONTHS since I’ve had a pancake Saturday, so I didn’t even bother looking at all the omelet choices they had (I know- who am I these days?). Still undecided, I looked over the specials.
It said “bacon waffle”. I didn’t know what that meant, but I wanted it. Not only did I get three slices of bacon on top, there was also bits of it mixed INTO the waffle.
This is key. I’ve had bacon pancakes before, but never have I ever had them where the bacon to pancake ratio was so perfect.
Perfect I tell ya.
Mon insisted on paying for breakfast since I came to entertain her. We fought like old women about this. But to avoid a scene, I gave up. Someone owes her another homecooked meal. Which I would have done anyways. She doesn’t do the kitchen thing much. And while I’m still her neighbor, it should probably be me that makes sure she has a few more balanced dinners.
It’s what good friends do.
Now I have to go shred with Jillian Michaels to burn off some bacon while the caffeine is still kicking me into gear. And then get prepped to meet up with my good friend again to spend the rest of the day at the winery. Weeee!
Have a good one, kids!