Patty Cake Sunday
Barbara-Jean Penn
English 105
T-Th 9:55-11:25
Patty Cake Sunday
Every family has their own special traditions that they share. Just like my family most of these traditions are during the holiday season. But, there is one weekly tradition that really sticks out to me. It’s not the normal Thanksgiving, Christmas or birthday activities. Every Sunday morning since I can remember, our family makes breakfast together. I’m not sure how we started this family tradition, but one Sunday we all got out of bed and made pancakes together.
On Sunday morning the sweet aroma of pancakes fill the house. In addition to having pancakes for breakfast, the popping sound of bacon and sizzling sound of sausage can be heard throughout my home. Sometimes, if we were really lucky we got to add cheese eggs and grits to this flavorful dish. But no matter what, we always had pancakes.
Everyone in the house has their own special job. The warming of the griddle to 350 was my mom’s job and my son and I would get the ingredients out and ready to mix. We would gather two cups of Betty Crocker’s Bisquick, one tablespoon of sugar, two teaspoons of baking powder, one and a half cups of milk, two tablespoons of lemon juice and two eggs. Once all the elements to make the pancakes were out and ready, it was time to start mixing.
Mom still in her pajamas with her floral robe that came down to her ankles would pull her long blonde hair back with a shiny red clip. She would first add the Bisquick, sugar and baking powder in a large glass bowl and mix them together with a metal whisk. As soon as they were mixed together well, I would carefully pour the milk and lemon juice into the dry ingredients. Cracking the eggs is my son’s favorite job. He would hit the egg on the side of the glass bowl and cautiously let the egg fall into the batter, trying not to drop any shells in it. He has really gotten better about not letting any egg shells get past him. Mom would then finish stirring all of the
English 105
T-Th 9:55-11:25
Patty Cake Sunday
Every family has their own special traditions that they share. Just like my family most of these traditions are during the holiday season. But, there is one weekly tradition that really sticks out to me. It’s not the normal Thanksgiving, Christmas or birthday activities. Every Sunday morning since I can remember, our family makes breakfast together. I’m not sure how we started this family tradition, but one Sunday we all got out of bed and made pancakes together.
On Sunday morning the sweet aroma of pancakes fill the house. In addition to having pancakes for breakfast, the popping sound of bacon and sizzling sound of sausage can be heard throughout my home. Sometimes, if we were really lucky we got to add cheese eggs and grits to this flavorful dish. But no matter what, we always had pancakes.
Everyone in the house has their own special job. The warming of the griddle to 350 was my mom’s job and my son and I would get the ingredients out and ready to mix. We would gather two cups of Betty Crocker’s Bisquick, one tablespoon of sugar, two teaspoons of baking powder, one and a half cups of milk, two tablespoons of lemon juice and two eggs. Once all the elements to make the pancakes were out and ready, it was time to start mixing.
Mom still in her pajamas with her floral robe that came down to her ankles would pull her long blonde hair back with a shiny red clip. She would first add the Bisquick, sugar and baking powder in a large glass bowl and mix them together with a metal whisk. As soon as they were mixed together well, I would carefully pour the milk and lemon juice into the dry ingredients. Cracking the eggs is my son’s favorite job. He would hit the egg on the side of the glass bowl and cautiously let the egg fall into the batter, trying not to drop any shells in it. He has really gotten better about not letting any egg shells get past him. Mom would then finish stirring all of the