"Mommy, the pancakes taste like garlic."

Mmmmm....they look good don't they?That's assuming that this hasn't made its way into the mix. Now don't get me wrong, Garlic is one of the great joys of my life...just not for breakfast. As a mature and loving father and husband, I'm going to have to own this little mishap.

Mollie made breakfast this morning and, no sooner had she set him up to eat, Thad declared that the pancakes tasted like garlic. We laughed because (A) How many 3 year olds can identify the taste of garlic? & (B) Assuming he was right, how in the world did it happen?

Well, last night when I got home I found a very tired wife who desperately needed a break. I decided that I'd throw together a pasta dish with a side of garlic bread (made with fresh garlic butter). A good idea, assuming you don't use the spoon you mixed the garlic butter with to get more butter from the dish. Apparently that makes all of the butter taste like garlic. Who knew?

So it was the butter, not the pancakes. Hurray for a unique breakfast...but I think I'll keep garlic and pancakes separate from now on.