When my brothers and I were young, our father would often make us breakfast before school. He worked shifts at a local steel mill, so if he was home and awake, we would have our choice of French toast, eggs, or pancakes. I can remember going to school and boasting that Dad had made us each 20 pancakes. Okay, some of them were dime-sized, but that really doesn’t matter when you’re nine.
This weekend, two of the grandbabies spent the night. We don’t usually keep cereal in the house because we don’t use it before it gets stale. We didn’t have any bread and only had a little milk. So, for breakfast, homemade pancakes to the rescue!
