1/19/12

Pancakes #1

3 minutes from pancakes
I don't want to use the actual word (rhymes with "corn", begins with "p") because this post is liable to get tons of traffic from those looking for rather unwholesome entertainment. Not that there's anything wrong with it; however, that's not what this post is about, and there's no sense in disappointing tens of thousands of people, right? So, I'll use a random code word as a catch-all - how about "pancake"?

Ever get the feeling, when looking at old pictures from around the 70s, that the people in the photographs are about ten seconds from making pancakes? It was the sexual revolution, Boomers are in their prime, and social/moral constraints were kicked to the curb.... it was prime time to have sex without regard for consequence. In other words, there's a damn good reason you get that uneasy feeling looking at these pictures, life itself was always within minutes of becoming a giant pancake.


Those who've done time in prison can attest to the all encompassing feeling that, at any given second, things could erupt into violence.  Those who've been on the front lines in the military can verify that there is an unabating feeling that, at any second, you could be under attack.  And those that lived in the seventies can attest to the fact that, at any given moment, things could erupt into pancakes.

Like England Dan and John Ford Coley would say, "I'm not talking about moving in, and I don't want to change your life. But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out and I'd really love to see you tonight."  In other words, forget commitment, let's screw.

Let's take a look at some pictures that appear to have been taken only moments before making pancakes. Discerning readers will note that many come from pancake magazines; however, many do not - and I'll not tell which is which. Suffice it to say, the entire decade was essentially one big pancake magazine.

An innocent cup of tea shared among too friends?.... or an appetizer before pancakes.



There's simply too much liquor on the table for this to lead anywhere but pancakes.

Gladys and Larry show the Johnston's their (A) 8mm film of their trip to Bermuda or (B) homemade pancakes?

Want some whiskey in your water
Sugar in your tea
What's all these crazy questions they askin' me
This is the craziest party there could ever be
Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see
- Mama Told Me Not To Come by Three Dog Night

Jack captures a sweet peck on the cheek from Gary's girlfriend - a photograph the couple will treasure as they get older..... or, perhaps, it's just a prelude to pancakes.

A nice little party winds down.... or seconds before there's some serious pancake batter all over that nice shag?

 It's only a matter of time before this pitiful little game of putt-putt becomes nothing but a big sweaty pancake.


These young adults are just having some harmless fun playing with little race cars.... and yet my Spidey Sense is still tingling, telling me pancakes are in their near future.

This appears to be a harmless meeting between a trio of young hip kids.... but something tells me that, by the eighth frame, it'll be nothing but pancakes.


Why am I getting the sneaking suspicion that the only things these ladies are interested in buying are pancakes?

At first glance, this looks like an ordinary day at the Regal Beagle... but then you notice the chick on the right isn't wearing pants. That's what you wear when you've got a hankering for pancakes.

You know what would go good with that lemonade?.......... pancakes.

The House Special tonight.... pancakes.


Sweet Lord. If this doesn't lead to pancakes, then nothing will.

Well, that's all for now. I think we've successfully diverted those seeking an x rated post; however, I can't help but feel sorry for all those led here looking for actual pancake recipes. To those people, I offer my sincere apologies.

25 comments:

  1. That looks more like a sheepskin rug, not shag. Speaking of rugs, in the putt-putt scene, there's a big groovy rug hanging on the wall. Maybe they store it there during putt-putt, but then put it on the floor for pancakes.

    BTW, pancakes = genius. I could go for some 3-layer pancakes. With syrup.

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  2. I had pancakes last night...LOVED IT!!

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  3. Too freaking funny! Especially that last one!

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  4. Making Pancakes! Sir, you are a catchphrase genius! I'm gonna say this from now on.

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  5. I haven't had pancakes in weeks :(

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  6. "There's simply too much liquor on the table for this to lead anywhere but pancakes."

    Indeed. Love these narrative "set-ups".

    R

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  7. Ok, I might have to use 'pancakes' in the future just in case me and my boyfriend are talking about non-appropriate things on the phone with my folks around. :P

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  8. I've seen those folks in the lemonade one. Both girls are holding onto him while he holds a sign about - ahem - oral pancakes - being $2.

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  9. I always hate when I turn over the very first one; the pancake batter flies all over the place. After that first disaster the rest of the pancakes come out all right.

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  10. They came looking for Pancakes and all they got were Fapjacks!

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  11. Posts like this remind me, yet again, I was born 15 years too late. (I was a 70s kid, but would've KILLED to be a 70s MAN.)

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  12. You can get pancakes anywhere. Believe me when I say, waffles are worth the wait. Sure there are more ingredients and they take longer to cook, but when the butter melts and pools with the syrup...heaven.

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  13. Interesting that you use the word "pancakes"...the man who founded the International House of Pancakes was quoted as saying "If I can figure out how to franchise sex, I'll have it made".

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  14. "Mama Told Me Not To Come" was written by Randy Newman, who went from the decade of pancakes to Disney, with a mantle full of Oscars for the tunes he composed for their films.

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  15. Pancakes, what about "Sweetcakes", notorious and splendid porn film circa 1975.
    I saw the premiere in a very large theater in Times Square.
    I have something to say to the New York mayors who destroyed Times Square and turned it a "family friendly destination"
    "My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my boner, prepare to die"

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  16. I have a friend named Pam and friends call her Pamcakes...she may now want to rethink that nickname.

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  17. Ah... pancakes... But the guy with the little race cars looks downright weird. The girls should avoid having pancakes with such a freak.

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  18. This post makes me want to head over to IHOP which is of course just another code word.

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  19. So many pancakes, so little time. Nice post.

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  20. This post makes me hungry... for pancakes... with a side of bacon.

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  21. So, when my wife says, "Let's have breakfast for supper!" what she is really saying is she wants pancakes! Sweet!

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  22. mmm... takes me back... I can smell the "failed-deodorant-through-polyester" aroma just looking at these pictures. No one body groomed to any significant degree back then, so pancakes was generally smelly and hairy.

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  23. The dude with the briefcase is noted batter-maker John Holmes.

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  24. I guess no one wants to serve a guy in his mid-50s pancakes. :(

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