Everyone has a favorite place, whether its a childhood favorite or a trendy new joint. Mine happens to Knight and Day Diner, the meeting place of the old and older of Lancaster County. The menu includes such things as roast beef topped with mashed potatoes and soups no person under the age of seventy would ever touch. But they have some fairly kick ass pancakes. The cakes have a nice golden crust just lightly coated in warm butter and a fluffy inside that is overwhelmed with chocolate chips. The first bite is like a downpour after a twenty year long drought. And of course there has to be a side. Hash browns. My life motto is add hash browns to anything and make it a meal. These are not your average hash browns either, they are a crunchy, salty heap of goodness thrown on a white plate heavier than I am.

Great stuff people.

Most Sundays a certain best friend of mine, we’ll call her Georgia, stuff ourselves with pancakes and hash browns while the buzz of the elderly swirl around us in a haze of after church business as we solve the problems of the world. Eating pancakes on a Sunday with my favorite person gets me through things like chemo weeks where I am become an orphan for five or six days while they handle dad’s treatment. It’s those little things that make me feel a little more human, maybe even relevant. How often we forget the things that make us truly happy in this life. Some days I cannot fathom joy, there is simply no room in my heart for it. And then Sunday rolls around and I start to remember who I am again.

So maybe it’s the pancakes or maybe it’s the company that makes Knight and Day my favorite place. One may never know. One thing I’ll always know is that there are few things I like more than pancakes, but pancakes with Georgia are always better.