Mmmm ... pink pancakes

The alarm went off at 8:30 this morning and I was ready to die. I don’t usually get up before 10:30, and most days, it’s closer to 11:30, but that’s because I work from about 4 p.m. to midnight and generally don’t go to bed until about 3 a.m. One of the things I’ve always had the intention of doing during the Cherry Blossom Festival is attending the Pink Pancake Breakfast by the Macon-Bibb County Fire Department, but I never could muster the urge to get up within the 7:30-10:30 a.m. timeframe to try those pancakes. I would go to bed on Friday nights with the intention of getting up bright and early the next morning, but then morning would come and I would roll back over. The festival would end and I would regret that I had missed out on the pink pancakes once again. This year, though, I was absolutely determined to get up and eat pancakes. And, now that I’ve finally beaten my inner clock and tried the pancakes, I can say they were most definitely worth it. When we go to the park at 9, there was quite a crowd gathered for pancakes and the line moved really quickly. The food was good and a lot more pink than I thought it would it be. Telegraph food critic extraordinaire Travis Fain, known for upsetting the mothers of restaurant owners throughout Middle Georgia, had this to share about the breakfast: One of society’s truisms is that firefighters know how to cook in mass, but apparently they can’t make coffee. We were all pretty pleased with what we ate, but the thing that clinched it for me was that they served chocolate milk with the pancakes. Those firemen, they’re men after my own heart.