We drove down to the Keene area today to do some pointless furniture shopping. On the way, we passed a sugar house (where they make maple syrup) that in addition to selling maple syrup also serves ice cream in the summer and de-lic-ious pancakes in the fall - accompanied by the real stuff, naturally.

J: Oh, the pancake place.
A: Yeah, I was going to point it out, but I don’t think they’re open this time of year.
J: That’s right, it’s not pancake season. [There was just something in the way he said this.]
A: …. Pancake season? Do you mean like deer season? As in, hunting pancakes?!

What would the pancake equivalent of a buck’s rack be? Maybe it’s a tower of those itty-bitty maple-syrup bottles. The taller the tower, the more prestige for the builder!