I don't mind most kitchen tasks, even the ones that folks tend to find at least a little onerous like breading cutlets, peeling boiled eggs, cleaning leeks or chopping onions. These are all fine by me. Instead, I dread flipping pancakes, which is objectively more innocuous.
If I'm being honest, while I wake up most weekends craving pancakes, I rarely feel like standing by the stove with a spatula before I've had a cup of coffee. It's not schlepping out the ingredients or even mixing the batter. It's the flipping.
