Every Saturday my Mum makes me some of her famous chocolate
buttermilk pancakes for breakfast with some fresh crunchy bacon. She started to
make the batter and heat up the stove when I got a huge whiff of the delicious chocolate
and I heard my stomach rumble loudly. She put some of the batter on the pan, it
sizzled and the whole room was filled with the best smell. Mum flipped up the pancake but it was not ready! Pancake batter
flew everywhere! It got on the table, the cupboards , the floor, all over me,
and on the counters.
