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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tinner" data-source="post: 2732933" data-attributes="member: 19667">When I was a boy, I took every word from my father's mouth as gospel.Until he slipped up once and revealed that he didn't actually know everything.Every Saturday morning, my father would get up early and cook breakfast for the whole family, letting my mom sleep in.My dad worked his way through college as a short order cook in a diner, so he made excellent pancakes, french toast, etc.Since I idolized my dad, I decided that one Saturday, I would get up even earlier than my dad, and cook breakfast for everyone too.Now, I was probably 6 or seven years old, and had never made pancakes before. I didn't know about Bisquick and other pre-made mixes, so I knew I'd need a recipe.Friday night I went up to my fahter, pencil and paper in hand, and asked for a recipe for pancakes.Dad was watching the game on TV and flippantly rattled off "Take 10 cups of flour, a dozen eggs, 1 cup of milk ... etc."I faithfully wrote down every word.Saturday morning, I got up early and following my father's "reipe" to the letter proceeded to make DOZENS of the heaviest, most awful tasting pancakes.It's a miracle those things were even edible.Once my mother found out exactly WHY I had followed such a ridiculous recipe, she made certain that my father ate a nice big plate full of those pre-historic pancakes!</blockquote>