Pancakes for Four:

separate 4 organic eggs from their whites
beat the hell out of the whites till stiff
mix briefly to the yolks... a little salt, some sugar, a drab of vanilla, a cup of flour
mix this briefly into the eggwhites till uniformly yellow
ladle onto hot skillet (use olive oil).. just below smoking temp,
flip when bubbles all across surface

use real Maple Syrup.

Alex stares at the big stacks of sheetrock and says, "Brah, we can't work if we got nothing in the tank. Go get the grinds."

So I run back to the Lancer and collect the remains of our food supply, which is pretty pathetic: a package of smashed Pop Tarts, a can of chocolate pudding, a couple slices of molding bread, a can of deviled meat and the rocky bottom inch of a jar of chunky peanut butter. I'm relieved there's something other than the deviled meat, which looks like it comes out of the Fancy Fiesta cat food factory, while Alex never eats sugar-blitz junk like Pop Tarts.

I bring this back to Alex and he tears off the moldy parts of the bread, pops open the meat tin, digs the stinky glop out with my Swiss Army knife and wolfs down one of the worst deviled ham sandwiches ever made. I tear open the Pop Tart packages and pour the crumbs in my mouth, and we split the chocolate pudding.

Alex takes a minute to do some stretching exercises, and he tells me, "You too, Bruddah. I don't want you all jammed up so you can't help me." I roll my eyes and then follow his example, just like when we had to push the Falcon up that hill in Iowa.