My son at 15 months and me. On the set of Free Willy II
Made on Location
On any other Sunday I’d be digging shamelessly into a steaming stack of blueberry hotcakes, purple compote oozing out all over the place. The Pig ‘n Pancake in Astoria, Oregon were famous for them, and I usually couldn’t wait to wade in. I didn’t need—and didn’t want—the calorie breakdown you can’t escape from on menus these days to know they were pound packers, all buttery and crazy delicious, the kind of food I would normally eschew in favor of leaner fare like two eggs scrambled, cottage cheese on the side, one piece of rye toast.
But the rules are different when you’re on location.
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