Growing up, Pop would make Sunday pancakes in this specific bowl:

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It predates me into the mid 50's.

We'd watch him make the batter, standing there watching his every move,
listening to his lecture about the finer points of pan prep, pancake
bubbles, testing, flipping, etc.

But it was that bowl that we waited for on Sundays. We'd loiter sleepy-
eyed around the kitchen waiting for him to open the cabinet and bring it
out. Then any shred of sleepiness vanished.

Did everyone have a magic pancake batter bowl they worshipped as we did?
I don't even remember if we were allowed to touch it.

The ceremony and fanfare was so wonderful. Pop turning glop into gold!



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Andy
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