I still remember waking up to the smell of homemade pancakes on a Saturday morning and racing to the kitchen for a tasty breakfast. There were even days I would wake up early to watch as my mom crafted her famous recipe from scratch. She ground the wheat in her wheat grinder to make flour. She’d beat the egg whites in her Kitchen Aid mixer until they turned white and fluffy before folding them into the batter with a wooden spoon. It’s little details like these that made me look forward to Saturday mornings.
My mom thought about creating a mix out of her pancake recipe for a while. So, one day in 1982, she put together some homemade pancake mixes using brown paper lunch sacks. She even hand-wrote directions to make her pancakes on the bags. We placed them in our red wagon, and I wheeled them around our Salt Lake City neighborhood where I sold every single mix — we even had some reorders.