Before I talk about these pancakes (which are fluffy and flavorsome and oh-so-delicious), I have an announcement to make.
A terrifying, horrifying announcement: I am old.
How did I discover my apparent elderliness? It started a few weeks ago when a twelve-year-old assured me that “life is over by twenty-five.”
What?! I thought fifty was the new forty which was the new thirty…
A week later I overhead some teenagers talking, and honest-to-God I couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying. Worse, they were using hashtags in their sentences! Literally, they’d be all “Blah, blah, blah, hashtag awkward.”
What?! I remember when “#” was called the pound sign or the number sign!
I don’t drive very often, but when I do I always turn on the radio – that’s right, I listen to the radio rather than connecting my iPhone or whatever it is that people do now. Anyway, I decided to do the unthinkable: Switch from AM news radio to the FM side.
Big mistake. All I could think was, “Who are these bands?”. Sure, I’d heard of this One Direction group, but I’d never come across Bastille. And who or what are 5 Seconds of Summer?
Yeesh, I remember when everyone was talking about ‘N Sync. And I only just realized that ‘N Sync hasn’t been around in over a decade! Oh dear.
And, uh, is it true that young people today don’t have newspaper subscriptions or freak out when they’re out of raisins?
Needless to say this quote from The Simpsons suddenly makes a lot more sense to me:
I used to be with it, but then they changed what ‘it’ was. Now, what I’m with isn’t it, and what’s ‘it’ seems weird and scary
Oh well, as long as I’ve got some comfy slippers and a box of raisins, I think I’ll survive the next few decades of old age….