Bacon Pancakes From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

Winters moved around with a kind of purpose making what looked like enough breakfast to feed an army. "Lake!" Ollie's face lit up when he saw me, syrup smeared across his cheek. "You're awake! Mrs. Winters made pancakes shaped like animals. Look, this one's a bunny!" He held up a fork with a piece of pancake that did indeed look vaguely rabbit-shaped. His enthusiasm was infectious, and despite everything weighing on my mind, I found myself smiling. "That's amazing, buddy," I said, moving to sit beside him. "Did you sleep well?"

In gray sweatpants. Gray. Sweatpants. No shirt. Just him, muscles on muscles, flipping pancakes like he wasn’t personally responsible for at least half of my current life crisis. He turned, smirked, and gestured with the spatula. "Morning, wifey. I made breakfast. Pancakes. Bacon. Emotional confusion." I blinked. "You cook?" He shrugged. "Only when I’m trying to annoy someone." I stared at the pancakes. They looked good. Too good. Was this another trap? Was he trying to fatten me up before pushing me off a balcony?

“Pancakes time!” The kitchen filled quickly with the gentle chaos of morning. The countertops gleamed beneath the soft light, and the faint scent of coffee drifted from the machine. Kelsey was in charge of finding ingredients while I set out the mixing bowls. Alex, of course, appointed himself Music Director. “Mommy,” he said, climbing onto a stool, “we need music. Pancake music.” “Oh really?” I asked, amused. “And what kind of music is pancake music?” He tilted his head, thinking hard, then declared, “Happy music. Like the one with the trumpets and the boom-boom.”

He picked up pace when he heard a throaty groan that was unlike Aunt Brione and a muffled shriek of excitement, “I'm cumming!!” He went to the kitchen and made for himself, Aunt Brione and Uncle Eallric a meal of Pancakes, with a topping of Jelly and two hard boiled egg for each individual. He was putting them in plates when someone cleared his throat behind him, “Up early? Someone's beginning to take school more seriously,” it was Uncle Eallric and he chuckled in between his words.

Although Ty said he won't bring Aaron breakfast, I was sure he wouldn't keep his word. Like I expected, he walk to the terrace at 8:45 with two lunch boxes. He sits down beside me, placing the two tiffins in front of me and Aaron. I smile at him, quickly shutting down my laptop while he opens the tiffin for me. Breakfast is pancakes. Ty has also got us milkshake bottles. "Mmm..Yummy..Ty, did you make the pancakes yourself?" Aaron asks, almost moaning at the taste. "No, my Mom made it," Ty replies looking away. I've a small doubt, it's actually him who made it. Cause, Aunt Adeline's pancakes are so much tastier.

For once, we will blend in as normal humans and live comfortably. I read the recipe on my phone, checking the ingredients lined up on the counter. There was flour, sugar, baking powder, milk, almond and vanilla extract, and butter for the pancakes. Bacon and cheese with the strawberry for the juice. It was time to get to work. I brought out a big bowl and started mixing the ingredients for the pancakes and at the same time, Landon came back from his run, panting. He walked over to the kitchen and looked at the stuff I had set on the counter.

Sometimes, it was eerily quiet—like the world was waiting for something else to go wrong. Adrian stood by the stove, sleeves rolled to his elbows, flipping pancakes like a seasoned pro. It was such a domestic sight that I almost laughed. The man who once ran international meetings from helicopters now took pride in making breakfast from scratch. He glanced over his shoulder, catching my gaze. “You’re staring again.” I shrugged, sipping my tea. “It’s not every day I see you act like a responsible adult.” He smirked, placing a stack of fluffy pancakes on a plate. “This adult just made banana-cinnamon pancakes. That’s gourmet, thank you very much.”

I retort as I place the bacon in the pan to cook. I was cooking everyone breakfast this morning: eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Couldn’t be more simple right? HA! Wrong! I had burnt pretty much every pancake I cooked, and I had to make the batter four separate times because I ran out before I FINALLY made pancakes that looked edible. The eggs were a whole different beast. You would think those would be easy but nope! Burnt those too and some even ended up sticking to the pan, which was promptly thrown out because it was evidence of my horrific cooking. Thank the Goddess above Rian’s refrigerator had multiple cartons of eggs or else it would have just been pancakes and bacon this morning. After e

Phyllis made them buttermilk pancakes, bacon, sausage links and scrambled eggs. Charity the little chatterbox could not stop talking about their play yard. “Well, when you get done with breakfast, I have another surprise for you guys,” Brayden told them. “What is it?” They asked excitedly. “You have to eat all your breakfast first,” he told them. They got busy eating and drank their milk, waiting on him.

The breakfast was simple yet satisfying fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, scrambled eggs with fresh herbs, crispy bacon, and slices of tropical fruits like papaya and mango. A pot of steaming tea sat in the center, along with a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. “We made the pancakes!” Junior announced. “Really you guys?” The twins, who had been quietly watching, exchanged relieved glances. “Aww! Junior, it was supposed to be a surprise”. Lia replied in disappointment. “Well, Junior never keeps a secret, you should know that”. Liya added with a giggle. “Hey, you guys. Don't blame Junior, he was taken away by his excitement.”