Bacon Pancakes From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

The microwave beeped, and I rushed to it to remove the blueberry pancakes. Aaron raised a brow. ‘’Microwaveable pancakes?’’ ‘’Mom doesn’t trust me enough to cook ever since I-‘’ I trailed off. Aaron chuckled. ‘’Could have asked me.’’ ‘’You were sleeping, and I didn’t want to disturb you.’’ He smirked. ‘’Did you watch me sleep?’’ ‘’Maybe.’’ Aaron moved behind me and I thought he was going to make himself a plate of pancakes, eggs, and sausage but instead I felt my pants being pulled down.

He's been spending a lot of time with Maddy to keep himself occupied. I head downstairs to prepare some breakfast. Deciding to make something for everyone, I opt for pancakes, eggs, and bacon. While I'm not exactly sure how much to make, I do know that my mom and Will are staying at a hotel, Mark is at his apartment, but Abby is eating for two. So, I decide to make the rest of the pancake batter, the remaining eggs, and a couple of packages of bacon. Once the eggs and bacon are ready, I have about five pancakes left to make when everyone starts coming down as if they all woke up simultaneously.

She pulled a chair closer and sat down. “So…” Her eyes moved toward the breakfast table. “How fulfilling was your breakfast?” Eli immediately raised his hand. “Very.” Dr. Sana smiled. “Very?” “Extremely.” Ava nodded. “It was really good.” “What did you have?” Eli began counting on his fingers. “Dinosaur pancakes, eggs, strawberries, blueberries, sausages, yogurt, toast…” “And fruit.” “And fruit.” “And she made the fruit into planets,” Ava added. Dr. Sana looked impressed.

"This looks delicious." Axel looks up, smiles, and then stuffs more bacon into his mouth. One would think he has eaten nothing for days judging from the portion of food on his plate. "So are you," He says. "I'm just trying to make conversation lighter." By saying deliberately that you find me delicious?! I'm not on the menu. The pancakes are good. I won't dare ruin my eating experience. "Okay." I give him a once over—I'm curious about his age, and the words tumble out of my mouth before I register them. "These pancakes have bananas and chocolate chips, I can tell."

Truly, the three of them were something else. “But Yaya Lyana, it looks different. Aren’t pancakes supposed to be brown?” Chantal asked. I nodded. “Of course. No pancake should be black,” I said casually, smiling. “But Boss’s is black, Mama.” My smile immediately faded. I raised my brows and looked at Preston. “Black pancakes? Burnt?” Preston pouted, then nodded slowly. “They said ten minutes each side—” “Ha? Ten?!” I exclaimed, covering my mouth in disbelief. “Ten minutes each side? So you cooked one pancake for twenty minutes?”

Albert deserved to be single when he went to work to deal with his project contracts even during the weekend. Rebecca sighed as she prepared breakfast. Caleb kept his own hours, so Rebecca didn't prepare anything for him. Sam and Ethan had sandwiches and eggs, with a glass of warm milk for each. As for herself and Wendy, the breakfast was much more elaborate. She was flipping pancakes. Each one that came out of the pan was soft and fluffy. Besides, she'd prepared different toppings for the pancakes too, including whipped cream, maple syrup, and fresh fruits. If they weren't still piping hot, Rebecca would have stolen a bite already!

“I thought we’d have to send Pearl up with syrup as a bribe.” “You’re awfully chipper for someone in my kitchen at eight in the morning,” she replied, eyeing the mess of flour and eggs on the counter. “I come bearing bribes,” he said, motioning to the stack of chocolate chip pancakes shaped like stars, hearts, and vaguely deformed felines. “See? Peace offerings.” Pearl climbed onto a stool, already chewing through half a pancake with her hands. “He said we’re going on an adventure today. Can we, Mom? Please?”

Is he able to pick that we are acting differently or does he know something else? I’m pulled back into the present when Violet crashes into my legs, squeezing tight. “Mummy, can I have strawberries and cream on my pancake,” she gushes, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet. “Ooo actually, can I have bacon with it too and a sausage?” she asks, as I blink a few times. What is it and this kid with her weird food combos? Feeling too tired to argue, I just nod as she jumps up and down excitedly. “Yessss!” I tell her to sit up at the bench when Oliver and Logan come forward for their pancakes. Logan has his usual or banana and honey and Oliver wanted just syrup and a small piece of bacon. I