So, I made Piklets this afternoon. It seemed like a nice thing to do, so I did. I made up the batter without making too much of a mess, and it took me a couple goes to work out how best to flip them and how long to wait before I should (sometimes they were too brown, sometimes they slid off leaving a trail of batter on the flipper).

Anyway, after eating at least half of the piklets while I was making them, I figured it would be nice if I shared them with Sibling and her boy, so I saved a few of the best ones (the ones that weren’t odd shapes, or weird shades of brown, or charcoal), buttered them with some jam and trotted down the hall to deliver them.

Well, they just left, and the best of my piklets were still sitting there uneaten.

. . .

Next time, *I’m* going to eat all the good ones, and the goobers can go without.