I recently served ant pancakes to my daughter and her friend. I really wish that I had taken a photo, but I was too busy cleaning up. In other words I wasn’t in the moment enjoying the strangeness of ant pancakes.
I was living in the future of
- cleaning up
- what do I fed the kids now
My daughter had GW her BFFFFFFF* sleep over. And the following morning I was serving a full breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. I served the food and forgot the syrup. So I went to the pantry and got the syrup bottle. I handed it to Natasha and walked back to the kitchen for drinks.
Soon I hear yelling, “ANTS, ANTS, ANTS, ANTS, ANTS”. The prior month we had ant issues. Spring arrived and tons of ants invaded my house. I fed the dogs “on demand” which means I leave food in their dishes. The ants loved it. One morning I left a bagel on the counter for 10 minutes and returned to find the ants eating it. So I hired a professional to kill the ants..
I walked back to the kids. Natasha used the syrup first and didn’t have any ants on her pancakes. GW was yelling because she had about 30 dead ants come out of the syrup bottle and onto her pancakes. Those stupid ants can get into anything, especially if you accidentally leave the lid open. (Oops)
I did give myself about 15 seconds to grin at the plate full of dead ants. It really was very silly. And briefly I thought about other cultures that eat ants. Maybe I should try a bite… on second thought; the pancakes went into the trash.
The funniest part for me was Natasha’s reaction. It clearly demonstrates a common trait that goes along with ADHD for many children. She is a very concrete thinker. She didn’t have any ants on her pancakes or syrup; therefore she was going to eat. This grossed out her friend GW. GW explained that she could have little ant legs on her pancakes and never know.
Natasha couldn’t see anything therefore the theoretical “ant body parts” didn’t bug her. But because of GW’s reaction she let me throw away her pancakes.
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BFFFFFFF = best friend forever forever forever forever forever forever. My darling daughter Natasha and her friend GW were talking in the backseat once about their friendship. They decided they were BFFFFFFFs, which was almost the same as being sisters.