How Daddy Learned to Make Pancakes According to Mom

Once upon a time I was the family pancake maker. I actually used a recipe from 'Fannie Farmer,' the cookbook that I toted home from Colombia from my Peace Corps book locker. The remnants of that cookbook are in a sealed baggie somewhere around here but I do have another "new" Fanny farmer, which is only in two pieces and here is the recipe:

1/2-3/4 cup milk (but I always used the buttermilk version and it was always too thick so I added extra buttermilk)

2 tablespoons melted butter ( I am quite sure I used less.)

1 egg,

1 cup white flour (I think I must have doubled this recipe.)

2 teaspoons baking powder (but 1/2 if you use buttermilk)

2 tablespoons sugar( I probably used a bit less.)

1/2 teaspoon salt.

The honeymoon was hardly over when your father began crowding me out of the space in front of the stove and took over the cooking. I thought of writing "elbowed me over" but it was more like he "hipped me over." Soon he got tired of waiting for me to get up and prepare the batter and started doing it himself, using his general theory about food that it doesn't really matter what one puts in. At this point liberal amounts of necessary feedback were provided and you all know the rest of the story. Even I, think his pancakes are perfect now.