I had one of those mornings in which I am quite sure I will be a terrible mother.
It all started out well. Anthony and I had bought a box of gluten-free buckwheat pancake pancake mix from Orgran about a month ago, and have been drooling over it forever. While we had been saving it for a post-long run breakfast, we figured that 12 hours after a long run counts.
So, I opened the box, followed the instructions, and soon had pancakes sizzlin’ on the barbie. Err, fry-pan.
I even decided to go all out and recreate a childhood favorite – Mickey Mouse-cakes!
It started out perfectly – he even had the trademarked (by me) Mickey Mouse chin and puffed out cheeks that children have come to love and adore. I was feeling proud. Cocky, even.
Until this happened.

Who does that?! Who kills Mickey Mouse? It looks like he got into a bar fight with a van Gough obsessed stalker. Poor Mickey didn’t even stand a chance.
Breakfast
Were some horribly obscured (but coincidentally, delicious) pancakes topped with almond butter, served with a side of humiliation.

QOTD: HOW DO YOU FLIP PANCAKES? Particularly ones with ears?! Tell me your secret. I’ll pay you back in e-flapjacks.












My name is Kat and I am a 24-year-old writer, yoga teacher, personal trainer, foodie and world-traveler. I currently live in Brisbane, Australia, with my partner, Anthony. Welcome to my blog, which covers my pursuit of finding balance and spice in everyday life.