When I was younger, my dad made pancakes on occasion. He’d make the “silver dollar” ones though. The “two-bite” size pancakes instead of the kind you would get at Denny’s, the ones bigger than your head. He’d make the smaller ones, but if we begged, maybe with the last bit of batter he’d make one big one. I can’t remember who got to eat the big one, though. By then we’d be full on previous batches of pancakes. Maybe my dad ate the big one.

Now that I’ve got a little tot distracting me all time time, I kind of get it. Make smaller pancakes because they cook faster than normal size ones. Same reason why at some point we started using angel hair pasta instead of spaghetti or linguine. Angel hair cooks a good 4 or so minutes faster than linguine. When you’ve got little brats like me running around, you need all the minutes you can get.

So, I eked out some mini-pancakes this morning, but didn’t manage to get the eggs cooked. The husband made one for me after the fact.

one of these could fit in the palm of your hand

Barely got to eat the pancakes, either. Little girl has been c-r-a-n-k-y on account of a tooth coming in.