On Thursday last week, my dad taught me how to make pancakes. Usually every week on his day off, he makes breakfast, and it’s either pancakes, french toast, waffles, or omelets. Last week it was pancakes and I helped him make them for the first time. Each week when the breakfast day comes, my dad buys some bacon or sausage, and I stand by the stove and cook that. Not last week! I got up and said “Okay, This time I want to make the pancakes.” And he taught me how. A few days went by and then I felt like having pancakes again. So I said,”Why don’t I make pancakes for lunch?” Everyone thought that was a good idea and so I went at it. I had to make a double order, so I had to double the recipe on the box of pancake mix. Two cups of pancake mix. One and a half cups of milk. Two eggs, two tablespoons of oil. Mix until all the big lumps are gone then let the batter sit to thicken. Plug in the griddle. You will know when griddle is hot enough when a drop of water sizzles and then disappears almost right away. I did all that and then put the pancakes on. The griddle that we have can make eight pancakes at a time, so I put on eight pancakes and after a couple of minutes, I flipped them. They were a very pretty golden brown, and looked very appetizing! When they were done, I grabbed everyone’s plates and put two pancakes on each. I called everybody to the table. Everyone sat down and looked at them. My brother took the first bite. “These are really good!” he said. I smiled, I was glad they turned out okay. My youngest brother had seven or eight, I lost count, but I guess that meant they were good. After lunch, I had to clean up. It was actually pretty easy! I put the griddle back where it belonged and then thought,”I can’t wait until next time!”
