Sunday mornings are for pancakes, especially lovely Sunday mornings when it’s not 98 degrees outside. Today I was finally able to use my kitchen without creating an at-home sauna sweat box. Windows open and a lovely breeze of high 70′s blowing through my apartment, I happily whipped up some Banana Chocolate Chip Pancakes. My boyfriend happily gobbled them up. I mean really, who is not happy when chocolate for breakfast is on the menu?
My bf walked in when I was cooking and jokingly asked if the ratio was 2:1 on chocolate chips (2 for the pancakes 1 for my mouth). Sometimes there are advantages to being the cook.
My father is the breakfast maker in my family, and he ingrained in me this important tradition: Whenever there are chocolate chips in the batter, at least one pancake must be shaped like Mickey Mouse.