Don’t you just love breakfast? I mean, really, what’s not to love? With the exception of oatmeal. Ok! I take that back. I know to some of you oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar is the perfect morning meal, right up there with Greek yogurt sweetened with honey and laden with blueberries. Fine, if that’s your thing; but let me show you two pictures:
A bowl of oatmeal . . .and you have to admit this is a picture of a better than average looking bowl of Oatmeal. I am fair!
and a stack of pancakes.
Now please choose one. Don’t choose based on which one is healthier or better for you, or sticks to your bones; choose based on what your heart says is OH MY GOD GOOD.
Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day: eggs, pancakes, French toast, waffles, cinnamon toast, bacon (OH BACON!!), sausage, hash browns, orange juice, hot chocolate, hot coffee, and the breakfast smells that waft from your kitchen. Even the blogger that doesn’t cook (me) doesn’t mind making breakfast on weekend mornings.
When I was a dumb little kid, my dad used to transform pancake batter into any animal I requested and became famous for this talent when I would have a sleepover or slumber party. He would serve up lions, tigers, bears, and the occasional giraffe. When I had my own dumb little kid, I realized that I had inherited this talent. Joe was mighty with a pencil and sketch pad but could not even begin to compete with me when it came to ladling up pancake batter and sculpting it into a bear cub. Joe would just sip his coffee while he looked over my shoulder awestruck, and Cole applauded with excitement. Does it matter that the kid was 4 with an imagination that knew no boundaries, and the husband was groggy and not much of a morning person? I think not. I’m a pancake batter artist.
These days, one of my favorite pancakes is a Dutch baby pancake.
It is so easy and quick to make that it’s possible to whip it together on a school morning . . . although it does takes a certain talent and a wet wash cloth to eat it in the car. Cole is usually up for the challenge. But I never let him drive and eat it — I’m responsible that way. Rascal licks the syrup off the car upholstery after he jumps out of the car for school.
Emily made short stacks for her short stacks (see picture up above) that look pretty darn good . . . and I bet with a twist of the wrist and light swing of the ladle, she could quickly become proficient at making the wow kids a pretty impressive array of pancake animals.
Don’t forget to leave a comment with your pick: pancake or oatmeal. Odd Loves Company!