Dave and Lori slept over last weekend. Dave was up first in the morning and was very sweet to make pancakes for all of us.
Dave mixed the batter and Dan was pouring them on the skillet. Dan was saying that something wasn't right because they were flat and hard as a rock. I didn't' believe him till I looked at them myself.
We couldn't figure out what could have caused such un-IHOP like pancakes. Dave thought that they just needed more milk, and Dan thought that chocolate chips would make them fine. They were both very wrong.
Dave went in our basement and found a box of Bisquick. We figure that it was from my parents before they moved to FL. It expired in June of 1997. Hey, it's the thought that counts, right?