I've always considered myself a pretty good cook. I have followed recipes since my grandmother helped me bake my first cake at 7, and since my father told me the importance of recipes, but that it was OK to stray a little. So, this morning in a burst of pre-coffee genius, I decided to add just a cup of cake mix to my pancake mix this morning. This proved to be interesting. While the pancakes themselves are rather scrumptious...they tend to be a tad delicate in cooking. Translation: They burn...quite easily. And this, dear friends, poses a problem. Neither the boy or I will eat burnt food. Ugh. Needless to say that it is lucky there is cake mix in this better, otherwise I don't think The Monk would eat breakfast this morning.