I love pancakes, though I haven't had them in a while. But they always remind me of my Oma. She was my friend's grandmother, but she treated me like I was her own. I used to go to her house after school when my me maw, who I usually went to, was sick. We'd always make pancakes and grilled cheese together and wait on my friend to get home from her school. I wouldn't have learned how to make them if not for her! We always just used the Bisquick mix and we'd make a huge pancake or two together. She thought it was funny how I would basically eat half of the first one without syrup before the second one was done, haha. I miss her a lot. I'd give anything to make pancakes with her, sit on the porch, and listen to her stories again.
Thanks for this thread. It brought back great memories. :)