Yep, he would pour out one very large pancake on the griddle, and that was my breakfast. One very large pancake, nearly the size of a dinner plate! Your Dad was Uncle Buck, SV?  To paraphrase Mark Twain, "The report of my appetite has been grossly exaggerated!"  Signor V.
"For me, there's only my wife..."
"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"
"It was a grass harp... And we listened."
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"
"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."
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