This post first appeared over at Princess Pinky Girl where I’m a contributor.
Growing up, breakfast for dinner was 100% my favorite kind of meal. Shocker, I know. But there was just something so decadent and SO satisfying about some big ol’ fluffy pancakes or a crisp Belgium waffle smothered in unnecessarily large amounts of sweet maple syrup (just kidding, there’s no such thing as “unnecessarily large amounts” of maple syrup). Plus, it was totally a once-in-a-blue-moon sort of occurrence in our household, so it was an occasion to be savored.
Seriously guys, this was my face EVERY. TIME. one of my parents asked if I wanted breakfast for dinner.
And now that I’m adult, this is pretty much my face every time I remember breakfast for dinner is a social acceptable thing and I’m an adult so I do what I want. Obviously, my inner foodie is an overly excited Chris Pratt. And I can totally live with that.