One of the best things about my childhood was starting the weekend with Saturday morning cartoons and something a little more special than cereal and milk. My favorite weekend dish was actually French toast, but this treat was more rare and more often than not it would be a plate of pancakes. I’m happy to report that not much has changed as these are the pancakes that Philippe and I had this morning while watching cartoons. The cartoons have changed a bit, and the fruit was not something I would request as a child, but the spirit is very much the same. Also, Philippe makes his pancakes from scratch and when I was a kid it was always from a box of Bisquick. This is a baking mix that can miraculously produce everything from waffles, to muffins, to biscuits, but causes everything to taste roughly the same. I didn’t care, as I really loved the flavor back then. But, I have to say that these pancakes were infinitely superior in taste. Enhanced, of course, by the maple syrup I added just before devouring them.
I was never a kid who liked to sleep in, so I would burst out of bed early and rush down the stairs ready to begin the Saturday morning ritual. My mother, was not the type of adult who slept much, so this worked out perfectly. It was imperative that I be ready to go by 8:00am so I could see the All-New Super Friends. It was popular to add “All-New” or “The New” to television titles back then. This was to let you know that although they hadn’t managed to invent any new characters to top the old ones, they did manage to write some new episodes. That show was really just a warm-up act, though, as the real fun started at 9:00am with The Bug Bunny/Road Runner Show. I was a total fan of that show. It stayed in the same time slot for a few years until it moved to a slightly later one when they discovered it was impossible for little people to switch channels in the middle of watching The Smurfs. I was one of those little people so I was pleased that they made the change. Thankfully, I was allowed to eat in front of the television, but looking back, I’m sure my mother was just worried I’d choke eating my food too fast.
I loved spending those lazy mornings with all of my favorite characters and my “special” breakfasts. It was an amazing time and the morning seemed like an entire day’s worth of fun. Once American Bandstand came on, it was already time for lunch and then an afternoon doing whatever it was I chose to do that day. I do miss having the bliss of being able to do whatever I liked for the remainder of the weekend. Adult chores come next these days and they’re really not very much fun at all. Not that I’m super good at always doing them, but just knowing they’re lurking there waiting to be finished is kind of buzz kill. Back then, it was a constant invention of brand new activities to trump the old ones and that made each day rather exciting. But, even though there’s much about my childhood that I’ve left behind for more adult behavior these days, when the weekend arrives, I simply refuse to give up my cartoons and pancakes in the morning.