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Adventures in Happy Face Pancakes

It goes like this:

Each summer my family would pack into the 1964 panel sided brown station wagon and take a road to trip to Minnesota and Wisconsin.  Our main goal was to visit the grandparents for 2-3 weeks each summer.

The city grandparents of my mom, and the farm grandparents of my dad, city mouse and country mouse.

Mom and Dad would spend the days prior to leaving preparing the house, and making appointments for the house and family dog at the local kennel.  They would tidy and clean and make sure everything was in perfect order for our trip away from home.

They even packed pots and pans, so they could bring the cooktop, to provide us with a good home cooked meal in our hotel rooms.  Yes you heard me, we had one room for the kids and one for the adults, mom wasn’t able to tolerate us in the same room- do you blame her. LOL

The cat was packed into the back of the station wagon in her luxury cat carrier.  I am pretty sure she looked forward to her trip every summer as much as we did.

It never failed there was a mad dash in the morning of everyone rushing to get into the car with pillows, teddy bears, books in hand.  Finally finding ourselves piled into the car and ready to go, mom would say “Wait , did I unplug the iron?”.      I mean god only knows what she had been ironing that morning, for some reason she always felt that the iron was left on.

Dad would put the car back in park, rush into the house check the iron that was off, rush out the front door, and back into the drivers seat.

He would literally run into the house to avoid any more delays, or sudden items needed for our overpacked car.

Dad would put the car in drive and off we would go. down the driveway, out onto the street and our journey begins.  I always would turn and look back one last time at the house , whispering ” see you again real soon”.

Hours passed which feel like days, as I was sandwiched into the back seat between my older brother and sister.   It never failed someone would say ” Are we there yet!”  Lol.

We made many pit stops during our travels, and would stay the night in some small motel midway thru the journey, usually in Northern Nebraska most of the time.

Finally we arrived at the city mouse’s house, my mom’s parents in Minnesota were always our first stop on the journey.   We unloaded the cat, letting her out in the garage for her vacation.

Unpacking and talking nonstop came next, to grandparents, aunts, cousins, everyone would show up to celebrate our return to the homeland.

 

Upon going to bed that night, as I was getting tucked in, it suddenly dawned on me, teddy was no where to be found.

The troops banded together and tore apart the house, the garage ( not sure why that was), the inside of the car, and my bags.

Teddy was no where to be found.  How do you explain this to  8 year old who was very tired and somewhat cranky.  I cried my eyes out, crying myself to sleep as the adults sat in the corner of the room whispering.

The next morning with puffy red eyes I made my way downstairs to breakfast.  As I entered the kitchen I could hear everyone talking and laughing.

My dad saw me first, he comes over to me gives me a hug and says ” I made your favorite breakfast!, sit down and lets eat”

A plate was placed in front of me with one very large pancake on it, that had a huge happy face. I mean there was spam, bananas and strawberries placed onto the pancake for eyes, nose and a big smile!

This pancake was the best thing I had ever seen, a happy face pancake!

Immediately I was starting to feel better,  it only got better as I ate these delicious happy face pancakes.

Right before my last bite, out of nowhere the most beautiful teddy bear appeared in front of me, with someone making a goofy voice introducing the teddy bear to me as “teddy”.

As we wrapped up our trip, scooped the cat up and put her back in her luxury carrier and headed off to the country mouse house in Wisconsin of my other grandparents I made sure I had teddy placed securely in her seat in the car.

We all piled into the car, with our books “teddy”, and blankets, everyone was so happy!

The very best happy face pancakes, have become a tradition.   I found that I loved making them, not just for the memory for me, but for the memories I was giving my own children.

When ever I would make Sunday morning pancake breakfast, you betcha, those delicious happy face pancakes were on everyone’s plate.

 

We would have fruit pancakes,  and of course our happy face pancakes with our beloved spam.   Two eggs for the eyes, berries or banana for the nose and spam for the mouth!

 

 

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AboutLong Ears Farm

My passion for living is baking and creating in the kitchen.
From canning fresh produce and fruit each summer and fall with my grown children to
Flipping thru magazines and trying those impossible dishes.
I always know that I can rely on the old family tried and true recipes.
I have written many cookbooks over the years, _this one_, thisone_ and this one, they have reminded me that I always go back to finding my true self in the kitchen, when I am covered in flour, lost in baking or making the biggest mess ever in the kitchen.
Sometimes my kitchen looks like a tornado hit it! And I have a really small space lol.
Now that the kitche and i have finally found our groove we are able to further the journey with sharing my recipes, thoughts, and kitchen wisdom with the world!
Gone are the days of rushing into the house after a long day at work, and trying to beat Betty Crocker at her own game , tirelessly trying to whip up a nutritious and delicious meal for the family, making it look effortless and taste good too!
Many a night was spent in my work coat cooking dinner, as I had not taken the time to take it off.
Straight to the kitchen , a glass of wine and my favorite casserole dish I went.
I was brought up on a salad, main entree, with a ton of side dishes, and of course a home baked dessert!
You can forge the dessert, it was survival of the fittest for my kids as they grew up.
You had one chance to eat dinner, and if you chose to sit there and pout over the broccoli on your plate, many nights when dinner was over, you went hungry. Ahhh those were the days, the days when parenting was free spirited and fun!
I hope you enjoy what I share with you, and if you ever find yourself looking for a little bit of those tried and true recipes feel free to check out my cookbook, there's something in them for everyone!

There are many things I love about living in the Rockies For instance you can literally jump in the car and get to the mountains within 30 mins. You can also enjoy the semi-arid landscape and we have access to many rivers, lakes and mountain streams.
Homemade jam makes a wonderful food gift all year long. Taking a little more effort and making your gifts from your own kitchen can go a long way in showing someone you care. Not only that, but home canning also gives you control in what’s in every jar. Homemade jam has no preservatives or unnecessary additives and you can create new flavors that you wouldn’t find in the store. These are the reasons I love to make my own homemade jam

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