Today: Nicholas loads his pancakes with whole grains and fruit -- not because it's healthy, just because it's good.
I have a tortured relationship with pancakes. I have talked publicly about this before; I am not ashamed. Basically, I adore pancakes. And pancakes repay my affection by sending me into a Rip Van Winkle-like weekend stupor from which I only awake when the toddler, desperate to be fed, starts teething on my ankles.
But there comes a time when a father, no matter how many recipes he still has not made in The Breakfast Book, has to make pancakes. It's stipulated in a clause somewhere in the appendix to the Contract of American Fatherhood. (You sign it, sleep-deprived, at the hospital; no one ever remembers it. It's also why fathers are obligated to play interminable games of catch with their sons. You think they enjoyRead More »from The Best Whole Grain Banana Pancakes