There it was again, heavy in the air. Butter.
He’d smelled it driving onto campus but dismissed it as a trick of the A/C. But now it was everywhere, permeating the outside air and even sneaking in through the various buildings’ ventilation systems and cracked window seals.
Butter.
Maddeningly, no one else seemed to notice. No one else seemed to care. Maybe it was the new diet, making him super-sensitive to wafts of cooking oil from the student union.
Butter.
He had to seek it out. the smell grew stronger toward the central part of campus: maddening, overwhelming. He rounded a corner into the quad and was confronted with a wall of buttery odor stronger than ever before.
And a sign: 1st annual SMU Student Pancake Cookoff.
“Oh,” he said. “That explains it.”
Excerpts From Nonexistent Books 
August 22, 2012 at 1:23 pm
mmm now I am hungry.
August 22, 2012 at 1:35 pm
It’s based on a true story.
August 22, 2012 at 1:37 pm
I wondered if it was fiction. You never know when it comes to stories of pancakes.
August 22, 2012 at 10:51 pm
Yes, with so many pancake-related hoaxes on the internet these days, you can’t be too careful. With the decline of traditional bodies like the National Pancake Advisory Board, consumers are pretty much on their own when it comes to the veracity of flapjack information 🙂
August 22, 2012 at 11:33 pm
Listen, I am very aware of this epidemic. Furthermore, I put out a special alert on the Invasion of the Bed People people on my blog this past weekend. You should check it out. http://ladyornot.com/?p=593