We had blueberry muffins this morning. I rememeber being a little girl- about 5 and helping my dad make blueberry muffins in the moring. I was always delighted to see the purple liquid drained off the little can of berries, and skeptical that they were indeed bluberries- they sure didn't look like any bluberries I'd ever had! Biscuts are another breakfast we would make with my dad. I still remember the sound of the air escaping as he pushed down a glass on the dough to cut them out- and never forget to push down and then turn the glass to cut the dough fully. Then there are the pancakes- my dad's specialty. I have never tasted better pancakes than his. First you have to get the flame just right and the pan just hot enough. I rememeber my dad holding his hand over the pan to check the temperature. I didn't know why...but it was an important step- one I still do today. Then in goes the batter...wait for the bubbles, and NO peaking- once you lift up the pancake it won't get any browner. Also, the stance you assume while cooking pancakes is ver impotant: spatula in the right hand, arms behind your back, left hand holding your right wrist- again- I still do this one today- it makes me feel like the adult.