I Live at the IHOP

"Buy this. Buy this."
It was a huge bag of pancake mix in a plastic resealable bag.We were in Sam's Club.
"What the hell are we going to do with that?" I asked. Stupid question.
A few days later I spotted the bag sitting on the kitchen counter, a fry pan on the stove and a mixing bowl and spoon ready and waiting to go to work. It must be pancake day. I retreated to my office facing the kitchen to see the cooking show unfold.
Richard carefully measured out the pancake mix. He slowly poured in the water as he stirred.
Mix, mix, mix. Pour, pour, pour. Cook, bubble, flip.
Stacks of golden brown circles began to form on a plate on the counter. The aroma of the freshly cooked breakfast treat filled the house. Soon another fry pan made its way to the top of the stove. The piles increased in number as I watched from the sidelines.
It was two in the afternoon.
I heard the burners on the stove click to off. The zip lock bags came out of the drawer. I could sense that soon I would be recruited to help clean up.
"I need help."
My instructions were this. Two pancakes in a small bag. Ten small bags in a big bag. Richard is all about portion control. Only take out of the freezer what you need. I packed all of the smaller bags, burped and sealed them. Then I packed ten small bags into each of ten larger ones.
Richard attempted to clean up. Pancake batter dripped down the front of my new stainless steel range. The floor was gritty with pancake flour. The sink was filled with dirty pans and bowls. This mess was necessary because now we have 200 pancakes in our freezer.
"How long will it take us to eat that?" I asked.
"We don't have jobs. At least we won't starve."
The next time I'm at Sam's Club I'd better stock up on syrup or strawberries and whipped cream. Can I keep those in the freezer too? There's still some pancake mix left in that big resealable bag.