My Mom the Great Pancake Chef

About ten years ago a friend from middle school reconnected with me on social media.

We weren't close, and to be candid, I barely remembered him.

In his first message, he said something like, "I still remember your mom's great cooking when I spent the night in seventh grade."

Seriously? My mom's great cooking? The same mom whose chicken tasted like a chewy rubber dog toy? The same mom who burned hard boiled eggs by letting all the water evaporate? The same mom who preferred Boston Market to making a Thanksgiving dinner?

He went on: "At first I thought it was weird that she made pancakes for dinner, but they were so delicious it didn't matter."

Yes! My mom did make delicious pancakes. And we often did have them for dinner. Clearly we had them for dinner when he came over.

So what's the point of this story? Not sure.

Maybe it's: "Before you dismiss someone let them show you what they're good at."

Or maybe it's: "People may have different views on the same thing and that's okay."

Or maybe it's: "There's danger in a single story."

Or maybe it's: "Eat whatever you want for dinner if it tastes good."

Or maybe it's: "Don't judge" or "Stay positive" or "Be open-minded."

Seems like there are all sorts of potential takeaways. I'm okay with whatever your takeaway is.