Growing up, Sunday mornings meant pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Waking up to the smell of my mom making breakfast for all of us will always be a fond childhood memory and I can imagine that the same can be said for many people.
So when I woke up on Saturday craving something sweet, I knew that I’d be making pancakes for myself. And with the leaves changing and the autumn chill setting in, what could be more perfect that pumpkin pancakes??