Nick is the Sunday morning pancake man. A few months ago he started making Sunday morning breakfasts-- either scratch-made french toast or pancakes. Like for everyone in our family. Which, not for nothing, is a lot of people. Usually around 20 on a Sunday morning.
He's got it down to a science.
Mix in small batches to keep them all fluffy.
6 at a time on the griddle.
Store the already cooked ones in a warm oven.
Plate them all to make sure there's enough.
While all this is happening, he uses sugar, water and maple extract to make syrup.
Have a few kids help get them all downstairs and on the table.
6 at a time on the griddle.
Store the already cooked ones in a warm oven.
While all this is happening, he uses sugar, water and maple extract to make syrup.
Have a few kids help get them all downstairs and on the table.
Then he needs to make an egg for Schneider's (because there is milk in them and he has a milk allergy) and cinnamon toast for Josiah because there is eggs in them and he has an egg allergy.
A great (cheap) meal-- made with love by dad. And (bonus!) our staff can have the morning off from cooking to get ready for church.
And we just started cooking the big meal on Sunday as well... but that's another story for another day.
I swear, this guy is Mr. Betty Crocker. Except better, because he makes it all from scratch and she uses a bunch of mixes.
Three cheers for Papi Nick and his mad pancake skills!
Hip hip-- HOORAY!
Hip hip-- HOORAY!
Hip hip-- HOORAY!
A great (cheap) meal-- made with love by dad. And (bonus!) our staff can have the morning off from cooking to get ready for church.
And we just started cooking the big meal on Sunday as well... but that's another story for another day.
I swear, this guy is Mr. Betty Crocker. Except better, because he makes it all from scratch and she uses a bunch of mixes.
Three cheers for Papi Nick and his mad pancake skills!
Hip hip-- HOORAY!
Hip hip-- HOORAY!
Hip hip-- HOORAY!
