Pancakes Quotes

Pancakes are simple. They’re diner food. They’re what you make on a Sunday morning with the kids. Crepes are fancy. They’re French-bistro food. They’re what you make once a week after your Parisian vacation because you want to relive some pleasant memories.

Once, in Australia, I ate 33 pancakes in 20 minutes, and I only did it because they said a girl could never enter the competition.

I consider myself a pancake connoisseur, because of all the pancakes I’ve eaten around the world. I’ve been everywhere in Europe, I’ve eaten everywhere.

I would experiment with porridge – make porridge pancakes, fry porridge – and so friends started calling me ‘Porridge.’ But I got to feel that I was becoming a character, a work of fiction, in a sense.

The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.

My name is actually Polish. It’s my husband’s name. Most people say ‘Zaw-stak,’ but it’s ‘Show-stack,’ like you’re going to a show, eating a stack of pancakes.

I work out Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday; take Thursday off; then I work out Friday and Saturday. So sometimes I’ll eat whatever I want on Thursday, like a big breakfast of pancakes and bacon and eggs and stuff. You can eat a big, hearty breakfast because you’re going to burn off most of it during the day anyway.

I can still memory – taste the fresh buttermilk pancakes and hot buttermilk biscuits – both made with lard! – that were cooked on the top, or in the oven, of that ancient iron stove.

When I get the chance to make my favorite breakfast on the weekend, I often choose to make pancakes.

I love to make pancakes and French toast – vegan, gluten free, sugar-free. And if it tastes good I’m the proudest person in the world.

I didn’t leave home until 27. I was an only child raised in Philadelphia by my mother and grandmother. My grandmother controlled the stove. She made a lot of potato meals – mashed potato, potato souffle, potato pancakes. When we didn’t have electricity, we ate romantically by candlelight.

If I wasn’t in the entertainment industry at all, I would be a miserable human being serving pancakes at Denny’s. I’m also a singer, so maybe I’d be singing at dark jazz clubs in Brooklyn.

My parents were out of town and sent me to stay at my grandma’s house. That’s where I learned how to make pancakes. I served them to all the old ladies who lived on her block. After the meal, they each left a $5 bill next to their plates. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m onto something here.’

I get up and cook for my kids, who really like my scrambled eggs. Or we make pancakes and the requisite bacon. The kids either play or watch cartoons, and Daddy gets to read the ‘New York Times’ and do his puzzle.

I have never once celebrated a Valentine’s Day as a romantic holiday. For me, it’s another opportunity to tell my kids or whoever how much I love them. I hang pink crepe paper and make heart-shaped pancakes!

When we’re playing at home in Utah, breakfast is really the only meal at which I allow myself to be a little unhealthy. So it’s usually pancakes, waffles, eggs, and bacon. I like to keep that consistent. For lunch and dinner, I will have Caesar salad.

On the weekends, it’s much more relaxed. I enjoy cooking, so on Saturdays I make a big breakfast of eggs or pancakes, and sausage. Sean makes a mean cup of coffee. We read or put on music and watch the kids dance. We really enjoy hanging out together as a family.

In Hue, Vietnam, we had savory rice pancakes with crumbled shrimp and pork rinds. I’ve still never had a version as good.

I remember in one parish a terrible row over the ideal size of mince pies, and in another two great ladies dashing trays of pancakes to the vicarage floor in a controversy over whether to roll or to fold. But the real arena for food combat is television.

It’s hilarious; every time I get to a new city, I’ll have a thousand DMs about where to get pancakes.

Start with the basics: make pancakes, boil an egg, make toast. Get the kids used to getting a bit of toast and understanding it’s hot.

I look up on Yelp and look at what the best breakfast places are, specifically who has the best pancakes in every city.

We Harvard students live in a tourist attraction with movie stars and geniuses; we’re recognized on all continents as the creme of the brulee, the syrup on the pancakes of greatness. Yet most of us complain like vegans at a barbecue cook-off.

When I was younger, on weekends, my mom would make us pancakes with our initials on them and then a tiny cup of coffee. I remember at 10 sneaking my own coffee and pouring a ton of sugar in and going up to the playroom and drinking it.

I’m partial to American pancakes – they’re thick and as big as a dinner plate.

I like breakfast food – like three pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a smoothie. Growing up, I would be up all night and had trouble getting up. So my mom started making me a smoothie as a treat if I woke up at a certain time.

Most people only use their griddles for pancakes, but you can sear vegetables like sliced zucchini or mushrooms, thinly sliced meats like chicken or pork, or thinly sliced fish or squid.

I always get super stoked to go to the Open, because it’s in my home state. I get to stay in my parents’ house and get to eat pancakes.

Half the time on vacation, if I’m in a bikini, I allow myself – I eat, like, waffles and pancakes for breakfast, so that’s me after, like, a big meal. I’m not the one that’s like, ‘Oh my gosh, I’m going to be on the beach.’

What’s my favorite food besides pancakes? I guess it would be flapjacks, followed closely by hotcakes. After that, crepes… but thick crepes. Y’know, like, pancake-thick.

I wish I was a guy who could have pancakes and bacon and cheesy eggs, but I’d curl up and pass out. I gotta start healthy or I’ll be off the rails all day.

Give me soft, fluffy pancakes and I can get over anything.

I love pancakes, and I actually do love healthy stuff. Like, I love gluten-free or whole-wheat pancakes. Breakfast is my favorite meal.