Here at work (Deluxe Media, to refresh your memory), Thursdays are Bagel Day. (Also fresh fruit. But I devour the bagel days before my fruit is even touched.)
And every Thursday morning, as soon as I step off the elevator and smell the fresh baked carb-loaded goodness, I start singing that song--substituting "bagel" for "pancake," of course.
Every. Single. Thursday.
My co-workers love me. ;)
I choose the jalapeno cheddar and add garden veggie shmear, in case you're wondering.
For my American friends: in the British Isles, Australia, New Zealand, and Canada, Shrove Tuesday is also known as "Pancake Day," due to the tradition of eating pancakes on that day.
I could care less about shriving on a Tuesday. But I can get down with some Pancake Days.
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p- Pancake Day!