Saturday, October 18, 2008

I should have taken a picture of breakfast


because it was damned good. 
When I went to see my little brother last spring, I was flabbergasted to learn that he loves to go out for pancakes on Sunday mornings.  When I was a kid, my dad liked to make pancakes for my older brother and me on Saturday mornings.    Trouble was, they were  Aunt Jemima Buckwheat pancakes, and to a kid who liked Super Sugar Crisp cereal, just not very good.  Saturdays were hellish for me, because I had to clean my plate.  

So I was pretty puzzled about little bro's love of pancakes.  I rustled together a few Bisquick Shake & Pours (and real Vermont maple syrup) when I mailed his Halloween costume last week.   He recieved his box Monday, and wrote 
"Hey the Bisquick sucks," 
to which I wrote "But you adore pancakes, and I don't understand why!"

"Dad used to take me to Village Inn."

Ohhh.  Well, crap.  Hope he enjoys being King Tut.  There's still a high probability of pancakes after someone's party.

I had a leftover Bisquick to use, so today was pancake day at my house.  I normally make Oster Blender recipe Sour Milk Pancakes, because they are nothing like Aunt Jemima and her nasty buckwheat.  This morning, I threw sausage links on to brown, shook and poured the pancakes, and sauteed pears in butter with a tablespoon of brown sugar and a teeny bit of Penzey's Baking Spice.

You'd think I could cook.  It was delish.

On the knitting front, this is one of my challenges of the month:

We moved into a neighborhood that decorates for Halloween, so I "have to" participate.  I think I need to construct a RHSS web and silk for these two.  I love them.

5 comments:

Marcia said...

Buckwheat and pancake don't even belong together in the same dictionary, let alone one's tummy.

Yuck.

I hope that your neighborhood never decides to jump off a bridge.

Enid said...

mmmm....buckwheat.



just kidding.

Joan said...

France, 1992-- I was longing for American pancakes, but couldn't find any Bisquick. Flashback to Christmas in Seattle, 1986-- watch my eyes roll up as I unwrap the Betty Crocker cookbook my mother has gifted me. Duh!

Anonymous said...

Awesome spiders! Did you make them?

Marta

junior_goddess said...

No Marta, 7.00 a piece at Wally's!