Have you ever read the story Pancakes, Pancakes!, by Eric Carle? It’s one of our favorites in this house. I am forever grateful that we do not have to harvest our own wheat and grind our own flour in order to have pancakes. Jack is a very ambitious boy! Tonight we decided to make Jack’s pancakes for dinner. We talk about doing it when we read the story but this is the first time we’ve actually remembered at a meal time. Lex was thrilled and did much of the work himself. The recipe is as follows:

Put one cup of flour into a large bowl. Mix in one egg. Pour in one cup of milk and stir until smooth. Heat a pan over the fire (Lex conceded that our stovetop would suffice). Melt a pat of butter in the pan. Ladle a scoop of batter in and cook until golden. Flip. He said it would be ok if I used a spatula instead of flipping it into the air as Jack’s mother does. Serve with strawberry jam.

He was feeling brave and decided to put the batter on the pan.

Guess what’s baking at 425° in the oven?

Eve says I’ll have the big one, please!

Eve put apple butter on hers and rolled it up like a crepe. It was tasty.

Lex gives Jack’s Pancakes two thumbs up. I think they are just so-so. Pretty dense. Not very sweet.

Pie! Eve and I made apple pie this afternoon from the apples she picked at the orchard yesterday. Pancakes for dinner and pie for dessert! I’m the awesomest mom ever! :) (Really the pie was too hot for the kids to eat tonight. They will get some tomorrow.)