Pancake Chef, I am not...

Little F and I had pancakes this evening.
He sat on the work-top beside me whilst I hideously unsuccessfully (despite his earnest cries of encouragement) failed to flip them the way his Father is able to.

The presentation was far from Michelin-starred, but we still managed to stuff the fried discs into our greedy stomaches.
Dressing them up with a Nutella & Lemon combo made their pitiful appearance just that little more graceful.