Art for Breakfast

My father used to do this when we were kids. I remember standing on a kitchen chair and waiting with anticipation for his next pancake creation. I very literally 'ate it up'.

I was so appropriately reminded of this childhood ritual while flipping through one of my favorite magazines at the doctor's office. I couldn't wait to give it a shot this weekend!
Tim ate the caterpillar. Audrey asked for a turtle. I made myself a strange looking alligator. Breakfast was a little extra special this morning.

From now on, no more boring round pancakes at this house.