It's a Saturday Morning Thing

Growing up, pancakes were a Sunday morning special around our house. My dad made them every week like clockwork. Always delicious. But I can't quit figure it out. I mean, Sunday mornings are pure chaos usually ending in me fussing about never being to church on time. How did he do it with three of us. Three girls too...

We've (unofficially) continued the tradition. Although we've altered the day so that it is a more pleasurable experience for me. It's become a Saturday morning thing alternating between pancakes and waffles - it's all in the same food group, right?

Thanks Dad for giving me another thing to pass along!