I have had a church breakfast. Oddly enough it was when I was attending AA meetings in the 80's.
Never had them at Mel's I love pancakes and I make pretty decent ones. My secret is to add an extra egg.
I also love blueberries and almost any kind of berry works in pancakes.
This post was edited by WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH at December 3, 2017 8:43 PM MST
Would you believe that I've only done so once or twice in my entire life? Here's why: functions such as that where breakfast is being served (the local fire station open house, the gathering of a social group at a park or a beach, the county fair, etc) require one to plop down the filthy lucre for the privilege of being able to queue up in a line that stretches around the building (either indoors or outdoors). Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee at the griddle is some hastily-corralled volunteer or an annual mainstay who believes that hand-washing should be reserved for bath night, and that the forearm is an appropriate handkerchief for a forehead soaked in sweat. The fare is usually cold, lumpy, undercooked, tasteless pancakes on flimsy one-ply paper plates, slathered with a pat of frozen-cold butter or margarine, drowning in watered-down generic syrup and assaulted by dive-bombing squadrons of flies. They're accompanied on the "plate" by a cardboard cut-out of link or sausage patty soaked in a gallon of motor oil per guest, meaning that it tastes like cardboard, but requires a steel jaw to chew and a garbage-disposal of a throat to choke it down. Next to the flopjacks and pasteboard is a pile of questionably "fresh" home fries, but I've never ascertained if that meant they come from a halfway house or a house of horrors. The spuds are equally immersed in sludge that started out as cooking oil many decades ago, but constant recycling of it since the Arab oil embargo has left it black and sooty and gritty. All of this is washed down with dishwater-tasting lemonade or curdled milk that itself ignores expiration dates like the pastor ignores that fifth of gin in his lower right desk drawer only on Sunday mornings between 7 and 10 am.
Nope, I'll pass, thank you very much. ~
This post was edited by Randy D at December 3, 2017 1:02 AM MST
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