Pancakes and Patience

Hmm for fun...the topic is write a one paragraph reflection telling about a skill you learned from someone and how that knowledge was imparted to you: 

As a child, I always looked forward to Saturday mornings because that is when I slept in until 10:30 a.m. and woke up to the pleasant smell of my father’s cooking. After all, the sound of sizzling hickory bacon and buttermilk pancake frying does sound like a great way to wrap the end of each week... does it not? Being the patient teacher he was, my father taught me how to cook breakfast food which happened to be my favorite meal of the day. He taught me the value of waiting patiently to get a bigger reward later. For example, it’s better to wait for the griddle to warm up slowly, for the butter to melt, and wait for the right amount of bubbles to reach the pancake’s batter until it is the right time for it to flip it to achieve the perfect golden brown pancakes otherwise the result will be a very doughy, wet, or burnt pancake. My father was a patient man because for years my pancakes were oddly shaped and burned. “It takes practice,” he said often. I was frustrated and wanted to give up many times but he nudged me on the shoulder to keep trying. And now, after years of practice, my friends complimented me on my mad skills of getting close-to-perfection golden brown pancakes whenever they sleepover. In the background, my father was swelling with pride as he looked in my direction. :)