But Now The Waffles Are Jealous

A few weeks ago I caught the tail end of a news report that is still bugging me. It's a story that springs up from time to time and every time it does, I shake my head. Apparently a couple from who-knows-where discovered the image of Jesus on one of their pancakes one morning. Yes, that's right---Jesus. And yes, on a pancake.

The part that always confuses me, the part I can't figure out, is how do these people know what Jesus looks like? (And doesn't it seem strange that these images are never similar? Actually, of the few "likenesses" I've seen, there's never anything recognizable on the item to begin with). I mean, how come it's not an image of the homeless guy down by the bus stop? Or the neighbor next door? Or ole cousin Tom? How come it's always Jesus? I'm pretty sure there weren't any cameras in those days, and I'm also pretty sure that there aren't any coal and chalk sketches of Christ that have been preserved through the ages. I suspect foul play.