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.