Diet syrup isn't an option, so my method of 'dealing' with the reaction to pancakes (& a few other foods) has been to modify how I eat - drop the refined flours & sugars, high protein & complex carbs are the norm...
But I still like pancakes & will plot a couple of times per year to indulge... & make sure that I incorporate some high-protein food (usually sharp cheddar cheese) to eat before, during, & after the pancakes... it doesn't fully stop the coma-reaction, but it does curb it a bit...
So I plot, (the anticipation & waiting is almost as good as the actual eating,) & save up for Christmas/New Years Dutch Apple. The (formerly) 1x/semester Tri-Delta Pancake extravaganza. An occasional home-based celebration. I believe that it's time for a bacon stack... Let the preparations begin.
And ...here comes the sun.... Looks like the weekend is finally bringing temperatures in the 80s & 90s. Ahhhh.
The wind blows gently, & I love the peaceful coolness, bringing relief from the heat of the day. The evening wind comes like a gentle caress, lingering sweetness. The wind blows hard, picking up sand & rocks, pelting & stinging all they come in contact with. The biting cold, a violent & unseen rage. What's changed?
And the waves.
I don't think that the waves are intentionally buffeting my little ship, tossing it to & fro, bringing it perilously close to the rocks & the reef... the waves are just... the waves.
They're driven by unseen but very real forces, & the waves do what waves do. When the seas are calm & gentle, I love them. When they're wild & fearsome, I'm wondering why they've turned their intensity to me.
Sigh. I'm glad that the One who calms the wind & the waves knows me.