I am the breakfast cook. It's no mystery as to how I became the breakfast cook. It's because I have to eat breakfast. I cannot begin my day without some sort of decent breakfast. If I do miss breakfast and show up to work hungry I am not fun to be around. I know people like my Dad who hardly ever eat breakfast. People like him just drink coffee until it's time to each lunch. I can't do, I won't do that. At the new house I make breakfast for Melanie and me.
Today I made gluten free pancakes. Melanie has an allergy to everything wheaty, dairy and beefy and eating together can be an adventure. In the morning I usually prepare a healthy portion of hash browns; add green pepper, tomato and onion; fry them up with some chicken sausage; give half of the result to Melanie; then scramble two eggs; add some grated cheddar cheese and eat the results of that concoction.
The gluten free pancakes were pretty good. They had a pleasing pancake taste and the only real difference I noticed was that they weren't as fluffy as the pancakes to which I am accustomed. Even the substitution of soy milk for cow milk didn't faze me. We added some chicken sausage for Mel and some eggs and sausage for me and we had a tasty little breakfast.