We all try to pitch in with a meal and drinks and stuff when we descend on Jodi’s folks’ house, so this morning we made breakfast: chocolate-chip-banana pancakes (with a splash of vanilla), eggs (scrambled and “cowboy” – what the young’ns call “over-easy”), bacon and orange juice.

I think there were seventeen mouths to feed; I cooked roughly a dozen and a half eggs, two pounds of bacon and nearly a gallon of pancake batter; and Jodi poured a gallon of oranges juice and multiple glasses of milk, to boot. We ran short on bacon; I cut up and browned a leftover bratwurst, and someone ate a cold chicken leg.

Left-overs? Three pancakes. All in all, we gauged it pretty well.