Bacon Pancakes From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

* BARBIE'S POINT OF VIEW * I scoured the kitchen, settling on bacon and eggs — it was the best I could manage with what was in the pantry. If I’d found even a bag of flour, I would have whipped up some pancakes, but I just hoped this would be enough to put some color back into Cash’s cheeks. I served him at the kitchen island, and my heart twisted as I watched him. He ate quickly, barely pausing between bites, his small fork clinking against the plate as he practically inhaled the food.

"You can tick in the boxes on what you want to eat, and I will bring it to you." Belle Rose nodded her head, and she used a pencil to tick on what she wanted to eat. Belle Rose chose toast with strawberry jam, chocolate yoghurt and apple juice to drink for breakfast. A plain omelette and ice cream with water to drink for lunch. A mushroom soup and strawberry yoghurt with apple juice to drink for supper. The ward staff knew that Belle Rose wanted to take things easy, and Belle Rose gave the brochure back to her.

Also is yogurt parfaits layered with honey and granola, with crisp bacon and sausage. And in the center of the table sat a towering stack of pancakes the children had insisted on having. Little Sophia sat perched on a booster seat beside Mercy. She tugged gently at Mercy’s sleeve. “Auntie Mercy,” she said in her bright, eager voice. Mercy turned toward her immediately, and Sophia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Your pancakes yesterday were the best ever,” she declared. “Can you make them again? Please?” Tray and Tracy instantly leaned forward.

Liam sips his coffee, “Grandpa, where were you during dinner last night? We could’ve seriously used your tact” He shoves another bite of pancake down, “more business to attend I’m afraid. What say we compile this evidence I’ve heard some of and see what we can make of our royal friend?”. I’m pulled from my thoughts from the smell of pickles and… pancakes? Looking over, Michelle has a pickle rolled up in her pancake, lathered in peanut butter. She takes a bite. The smell makes the boys gag. “Baby, what in the french toast is that? That’s disgusting”, Leo chokes out.

Then I look in the fridge and cabinets to see what we can make. I turn to Ratchet and ask “ pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs sound good.” Ratchet nods and begins to grab the pans out for me. I heat the oven for the bacon then grab a bowl to mix the batter in. Ratchet grabs the eggs and bacon from the fridge and sets them on the counter for me. I have him turn to me “ What time did you get home?” He types then show me his phone. “ A little after eleven,” it says. I nod and ask “ Did you have a good time?” I see his cheeks turn red and he gets a large grin on his face while he types. “ Yes, I had a very good time.” As if the smile wasn’t telling enough. “ Do you want to wait until they wake

Their faces brightened when they saw me, and they practically skipped into the kitchen. “Good morning, Mommy!” Anna chirped, her eyes wide with excitement as she saw the pancake shapes. “Look, Andrew, it’s dino pancakes!” Andrew said, his face lighting up as he caught sight of the colorful breakfast. I laughed, bending down to give them each a hug. “Good morning, you two. I thought we’d have some fun with breakfast today. What do you think?” Anna’s eyes sparkled. “They look awesome, Mommy! Can we have some with chocolate chips too?”

“Fine. Pancakes. But only if you promise to stop fighting for the rest of the day.” “Deal!” they said together, grinning like little devils who’d just gotten away with something. --- By the time I made it to the kitchen, the twins had already pulled out everything they thought I’d need: flour, eggs, milk, sugar—and a bag of gummy bears. “What are these for?” I asked, holding up the bag. “To make the pancakes fun!” Finn said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Luna nodded. “Normal pancakes are boring.”

The smell of crispy bacon hits me as I pad into the kitchen, where my best friend Brittany is flipping pancakes like someone on a cooking show, her curly hair packed into a bun at the base of her neck, wild strands escaping like they always do. “Good morning, Moan-ica,” she sings without turning. “Please don’t.” “Come on.” She grins. “You were literally screaming. Like this-” she puts a hand to her chest and fakes a dream sex sigh, “uuh… uhh… yes, daddy!” “Ohhh my god!” I bury my face into my hands. “Pleaseee.” “You love me.” She laughs as she places three pancakes next to some bacon on a plate. “Unfortunately, I do.” I plop onto a seat. “Wait, cinnamon?”

“And if you attempt pancakes, for pity’s sake, remember the butter this time.” “You’re the best,” Sarah said, smiling at her in that quiet way that took the edge off everything. Mrs. Bishop nodded, pleased as a queen seeing her court behave. We packed plates to take to the guys. Tessa pancakes for Duke who always pretended to dislike sweets but always ate two portions, bacon wrapped like little flags of peace for Tank, eggs for Brick who preferred his breakfast with the no-nonsense attitude of a man who’d seen too many winters. By mid-morning Ryder and the boys were already gone, engines starting in the chilly air...

Gave them each two pancakes with syrup, eggs and a whole bunch of bacon like they wanted. They ate fast moaning as they ate each bite. “This is soooo good mommy.” they both said at the same time. “So much better than Evelyn’s nasty dirt cakes,” Zyon said, his nose scrunched up in disgust. “Yeah they taste like nasty sandpaper,” Zaria added sticking a piece of bacon in her little mouth. I laughed at them and poured them some orange juice. Evenly just huffed and rolled her eyes and I swear I heard her say “Annoying dirty little bastards.”