“Papa,” Jessica contrived, in her particularly quizzical way, “why do you think it is that they are called pancakes? Is it because a pan is flat and they are really just flat cakes?”
“Well, I do suppose that would make sense. I don’t suppose I ever put much thought to it.”
“I guess it would be quite silly if they called them cakepans,” she went on, not really paying attention to the response from her father. “I do like twisting around words like that and saying them out loud. Cakepans, cakepans, pancakes!”
In the midst of repeating the words over and over again, she burst out in a fit of laughter. Caleb shook his head while he enjoyed the childishness of the moment. As he placed the first serving of pancake batter on the now heated griddle, the batter began to bubble every so slightly. He tossed a few chocolate chips in the center and repeated this three more times, until the pancake griddle was filled with 4 bubbling hotcakes. The odor of pancake batter and melted chocolate filled the room.
“Just another minute and they’ll be ready,” Caleb said to his daughter, “then we can sit down and enjoy them together. It has been a while since we did this.”
To be continued…