You can't talk about *#*#*s because of a problem.
And to some up briefly what I mean about the Uncanny Valley and pancakes -- okay, take your sort of rudimentary Mickey penis pancake, the one that's basically a circle (or blob) with two smaller circles (or blobs) stuck to it. Sort of cute, right? It gets cuter the more accurate it gets -- the more circular and less blobular the pancake modules are, if you add little chocolate-chip eyes -- but only up to a point. After a point, the whole thing starts to look a little too close to comfort; it's not Mickey penis, but it's gone from "impressionistic penislike abstract food" to "thing that is almost Mickey penis but NOT QUITE and is thus unnerving." After a certain level of realism, things get creepy. To me, that point is a full facial-expression suite, complete with leering pineapple-half-circle mouth.
Your mileage and degree of discomfort with anthropomorphic food may vary.