Pancakes

It is raining. The sun is setting and I am making pancakes without syrup, just a little margarine and grainy sugar.

Baking always seemed such a hassle in the US, all of the dishes and mess. Here it seems so much simpler. I wonder why.

It could be a new time scale, where taking an unknown amount of time doesn't feel like sacrificing anything. I have nothing else to do except to use up time. It could be that I only dirtied 1 spoon, 1 cup, 1 bowl, and a frying pan to make the pancakes, hardly any dishes at all. My wash basin is sitting outside filling with rain water.