Pancake of Owl, Stars, and Moon

Owl and Stars

I brought back the use of powdered sugar for this, Owl and Stars pancakes.  The worst part about using powdered sugar is moving the pancake after you’ve dusted it.  Each tiny shift in position leaves a smear of sugar on the plate and for some reason it’s really hard to place a pancake in exactly the right place on the first try.  I guess that’s just the burden of a apprentice pancake chef.

Because of my daughter I’ve re-listened to hundreds of hours of nursery rhymes in the last couple years.  I particularly think of the one about the Wise Old Owl, which apparently dates to 1875.

A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird

Around the middle of my life it started to become obvious how little effect my words seem to have on others.  Then I start to think about how hard we humans try to push each other with words.  But few listen, including me.  And we are all frustrated that nobody listens but we don’t listen to each other.  That’s the human race for you, walking around with megaphones and earplugs.