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I remember as a kid, I'd want pancakes for dinner. Quick flat bread and syrup. Simple. Satisfying.

But my parents told me 'no', that it was breakfast. Dinner is salisbury steak, or pizza, or pasta, or chicken and potatoes.

When I moved out, I showed them. The first thing I did was have pancakes for dinner. Big fluffy ones. With copious amounts of boiled maple tree sap.

Yeah, I'm a defiant rebel. And my Wife loves herself some bad boy.