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.
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.
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