Pancake Breakfast

We have an iron clad rule in our household, and that
is Saturday morning breakfast must be pancakes.
Violet makes them now, which lets Jesse and I
sleep in late. Nice!













A couple of eggs. Whisked vigorously while calling
out "cooking!"



















milk













flour













sugar













baking powder













vanilla













a bit more mixing...and voila! Perfect pancakes.













Which I didn't photograph because I was too busy eating.

As a side note, our kitchen of eternal renovations is almost done. You
might notice the maple cabintery and the sultry Corian counter
behind the wee chef.
The cabinet that was twice lost was finally delivered while we were
in Qatar. The only hold up is...me. I can't find a nice tile to put over the
ripped drywall (which I'm beginning to appreciate as a 'rustic' look) that
doesn't cost a fortune. Ah well. Perhaps yet another trip to Home Depot
is in the works for next weekend.
N