But before we even started, I realized my mistake, because I already had 3 kids on “take a break”. Things got worse when I heard this little line: “Mrs. O, last night, I threw up seven times!” Take your hands off the food, go to the nurse! Are there, by chance, any bleach wipes in my purse?
Re-sanitized tools were finally ready to use. Griddles warmed, batter poured, annnd there goes the fuse. With no electricity, I tried to contain my 24 friends, but I was going in-sane. I called the office to get some help with the matter, and when I hung up, dropped the phone in the batter.
The janitor was busy cleaning vomit in the lunchroom. We’d need to wait a while, aka, we were doomed. After 20 minutes that seemed like a year, we got electricity back and things were in the clear. But then someone decided to unscrew the syrup lid. And oh, how that syrup flowed! Oh, yes, it really did.
I spent my whole prep time doing the dishes. Serves me right for being so ambitious. They’re sweet, they’re funny, but they’re only 10, and that is why I will never make fraction pancakes again.
