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Shaped Pancakes - a real labour of love...

And if this is for the extremely honest and unrepentantly discerning customer (as most toddlers are) then this is THE lesson that will teach all parents about parenting and all that that encompasses.

"That's not Igglepiggle, mom; that looks like a fish."
"Which bit is his head?"
"But where is Makka Pakka's Uff-uff and his Og-pog and his soap and sponge?"
"Where are their eyes, mommy?  Why don't they have eyes?"
"Can you make the Pontipines, mommy?  There's only 10 of them."

And so, here are my efforts...



What has this experience really taught me?  
  • Start making breakfast at least 45 minutes earlier (as I was stupid enough to make the shaped pancake suggestion in the first place)
  • Indicate upfront which plate Dear Husband can pick his pancakes from otherwise he is wolfing down Upsy Daisy's head before you know it
  • Give Dear Husband the paper and an apple to tide him over (otherwise you'll be seriously considering divorce if he accidentally eats another piece of pancake art) and 
  • Accept that it's my own fault that Little Miss M expects perfection even with pancakes.

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  1. Wow! Did you even manage to put a face on Upsie Daisy?

    A huge step up from big sister F, who would just wack 3 round pancakes together and declare "Mickey Mouse"... only to be greeted by a wailing young Cousin S: "But I want Donald Duck!!".

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  2. Haha - I remember that. Buffet breakfast in Malaysia...?

    Take this as a warning, J. Don't offer or even hint at shaped pancakes. It can turn into an obsession (yours) that is never appreciated (by yours).

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