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.