Growing up, we always knew that we would either have pancakes or waffles on Sunday mornings from my dad. It was his time to shine in the kitchen and became a tradition that I long to pass onto future generations. To this day, on family trips, his pancakes are the largest breakfast request. I cannot decide if I love this recipe more or the memory of my dad in the kitchen singing while he flipped those pancakes.
If I am being honest, most of the time I am a little more lazy and use the box mix (with some tweaks to make them even more delicious). However if I am wanting a good homecooked breakfast that reminds me of home, these pancakes are on the top of my list. I look foward to the future Sunday mornings surrounded with family eating these pancakes all together.
