When you were a kid, did you ever wake up early and make breakfast for Mothers Day or Fathers Day? My sisters and I did this EVERY year for a while, and the menu usually consisted of Bisquick pancakes, French toast, or after I learned how to make them in biology class (the “egg denaturation” lab), crepes. These were the days before gluten became my enemy. One year we even attempted to make a cake for my parents’ anniversary and invited some of their friends over for a surprise “party” (i.e. cake eating), but realized after we all took a bite that we had forgotten to add sugar! Whoops!