My dAd makes good pancakes. He always has. We didn't eat them a lot growing up but man-oh-man when dAd made breakfast you knew it was going to be good.

Things haven't changed much. How lucky is that?!
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My dAd still makes a killer blueberry pancake and my MoM still loves bacon. That means only good things for me.
<p style="text-align: justify;">The first morning we spent at <a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/2012/08/22/cabin-camping/" target="_blank">The Cabin</a> he made blueberry pancakes for me, bacon for my MoM and a fried egg just because he can. Of course all of these things taste better when someone else is making them and they all taste better in the mountains.</p>
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While drinking his pre-breakfast-making coffee, he announces that he's going to make a potato pancakes. There's a long pause while my MoM and I think about this. I say: really, <em>latkes</em>? He looks at me and says: um, potato chip pancakes. My MoM lets out a groan. My dAd smiles and shakes his head.

It's a joke. <em>Maybe</em>.<!--more-->
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It's a joke because 1.) my dAd is kind of a character and 2.) he recently got in a little trouble with my MoM for buying too many bags of potato chips for my brother's rehearsal dinner. We had about a 1/2 a bag a person which was maybe, just maybe, more potato chips than we needed but then again you don't want to run out of chips at the rehearsal dinner. Needless to say, we've got a lot of leftover potato chips.

Anyhow, my dAd sets about making breakfast.
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I set about roasting a marshmallow or two on the fire my MoM has made to warm up the room. For the record, my MoM rolls her eyes at this as well. Still, there's nothing like a pre-breakfast marshmallow to really make your morning. (PS I am not the only one to think this way. Enter <a href="http://http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/foodwine/2018886297_groc23smorespancakes.html" target="_blank">recipe for S'mores Pancakes</a>. Apparently great minds think alike.)
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In the meantime, my dAd fries up the bacon. He mixes up the pancake batter. He gets the eggs out and while my MoM is changing her clothes in the other room, me looks at me and says: get the potato chips.

And who am I, to say no to him?
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So I get out the potato chips. We don't have any plain chips but I find some sour cream and onion so I crunch these up and dAd adds them to a little bowl of whole-wheat pancake batter. We're nothing if not healthy. MoM comes back in the room to find us frying up potato chip pancakes in bacon grease.
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The interesting part? She sighs, rolls her eyes and then eats her own potato chip pancake. These pancakes were good, too good in fact. She says: one taste of these  and these are the kind of pancakes that grandchildren will beg their grandfather to make and he'll make them when mom's not around. The worst part is, I know she's right. 110% right.
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From potato chip pancakes, we moved on to the more traditional blueberry pancake. With a side of bacon, an egg and a glass of orange juice. Yum. Yum. I am so lucky.

But it turns out I don't even know the half of it. My dAd has an additional surprise up his sleeve.
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Yep. What really brought a smile to my face were the pancake shapes from my childhood. Mickey Mouse and the ever popular penny pancakes. Growing up in our house my dAd made us penny pancakes. These are perfect for conveying syrup to your mouth. The Mickey Mouse  pancake was a crowd pleaser. Really, how it could not be? Look at these pictures.  <a title="dAd made pancakes by karolinka.sofia, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29050866@N06/7842728032/"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7114/7842728032_7e81ec63a8_z.jpg" alt="dAd made pancakes" width="640" height="427" /></a>
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As if being at this cabin surrounded by this beautiful nature isn't enough, this breakfast reminded me just how lucky I am to have parents like these.