It StILl FeElS LiKe MoNdAy PaNcAkEs

Yes, it does.

At 3am this morning, my 3 year old woke up. He wouldn’t let me put him back in bed.

Acting as if we weren’t in the middle of a tantrum, I said in a conversational tone, “Hey – lets make pancakes for breakfast.”

He stopped crying. “Can you put strawberries in them?”

“I don’t think I have any. How about Granny Smith apples?” (The green fruit forbidden to children we had bought for daddy when he was home. No squishy 99-cents-a-pound McIntoshes for him!)

“Aw, yeah!” he said, all tough, somehow unaware that he had tears on his face or that he had nearly woke up half the neighborhood or how deathly afraid he had just been of the dark.

“You gotta remind me when I wake up, though. I forget promises I make when I’m sleepy – just ask your dad.”

A few short hours later, I woke up to the “make pancakes, mommy” mantra x 5 x 1000.

Here’s my impromptu, “It Still Feels Like Monday Pancakes” recipe – because it does still feel like Monday. You see, one needs adequate sleep in between the days, or they just become a like long, extended hallway from one day into the next that can’t be traveled through without a headache.

Basic Bisquick Pancake Recipe (4 c. mix, 4 eggs, 2 c. milk)
1 lg Granny Smith, belonging to daddy and coming out of your allowance if you eat one, apple – diced
4 TB vanilla extract
1 TB maple syrup for giggles
1 TB sugar from the sugar bowl – because it’s right there and you don’t feel like opening a new bag
2 TB cinnamon

Scrape up the hardened macaroni noodles off of your burner from some time last week – days are irrelevant because they all blend together anyway – and cook your Monday/Tuesday pancakes on a griddle over medium heat. You’ll know they’re ready to flip when they’re bubbly. (No amount of magic will make the first batch perfect. I’m just sayin’.) Serve with just enough syrup (Tom, it’s pronounced Sir-Rup) for flavor but not enough to get in everyone’s hair when they aim for their mouths and miss. Enjoy! :)