If you haven't found out by now, I love breakfast foods any time of the day and I enjoy dreaming up new "breakfast" items almost as much as I enjoy consuming them.

Now, if you have been paying attention, you'll notice that because I was too hungry to take a picture of my pancake batter before cooking it, I am borrowing this submerged ladle picture from this previous pancake post.

Having been living in New York now for eight months and most of the time dealing with the dreary weather I was warned about (although, to be completely fair to my new state, it was a very mild winter), I found myself wishing I was in a tropical setting digging my feet into wet sand (not the type that ends up in my coffee, see below) and slurping something slushy and delicious preferably with alcohol to ease my winter woes. My favorite of the slushy alcoholic substances? Pina Coladas, and not just because there's a catchy song to sing while drinking one. 

If I had had some heavy whipping cream handy and some "whipped cream" flavored rum, I would have thrown together a satisfying topping for my pancakes. Nevertheless, these turned out pretty scrumptious and I didn't have to clean up any wandering sand. 

Jump to the next page for my recipe!

When I was a child our Sunday family breakfast ritual centered on eating a large meal, preferably carbohydrates, after church. If we didn't stop for donuts around the corner from our neighborhood church, we went home and usually made waffles or pancakes. 

For some reason, although I know it wasn't the case, I associate waffles with Mom and pancakes with Dad. We went to visit my aunt, my mom's sister, in North Carolina as little kids and I remember eating a lot of waffles with my mom and the relatives while we were there. My brother and I were so enamored with their waffle machine, Mom bought one when we got home. I'm sure that's how the differentiation came about. 

Also, my dad, having the same spirit as us kids, was always adding new things to the pancake batter: chocolate chips, berries, and his signature flavor: Cinnamon. 

As well as making them "his own," Dad also tended to make a game out of the pancakes, not just turning them but throwing them in the air as high as he could go, behind his back, and once...a cherished memory...thrown across the kitchen to my visiting uncle's awaiting plate. 

Due to not having a waffle machine of my own and having more of an affinity as a grown up for pancakes or french toast over waffles, I have been making a lot of pancakes lately. I decided that if it sounds like something I'd order at a pricey brunch, it's going to be good!

I raided my fridge and this is the deliciousness I came up with; who knows, maybe you'll make it one of your breakfast traditions.