One thing that has always been a part of weekends at my parents' is sitting down for a family breakfast on weekends. While I continue to make delicious breakfasts almost daily, there is something special about the times I can still do this with my parents. I guess I am getting sentimental in my old age.
This morning, before I set off on my 7 hour drive home, my dad whipped up a batch of these delicious pancakes while I attempted to gather my belongings that seemed to have spread across my parents' entire house.