On this our 12th Day of Christmas, let’s think about the little ones with food allergies in our lives. (Well, the big ones might like them too.) I recently saw some very cute pancake molds in a Williams-Sonoma catalog. And I thought, “I could do that with the Christmas cookie cutters that we have. What a fun treat that would be for the kids on Christmas morning.” So, that’s what I plan to do.
You can do any number of pancake recipes to make this a huge hit with the family.
- Whole-Wheat Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Pancakes
- Blueberry Pancakes (gluten-free)
- For a quick approach, use the Bisquick Gluten-Free or regular mix, making the necessary substitutions for dairy or egg allergies.
- Gingerbread pancakes: Follow your normal pancake recipe and add a teaspoon of cinnamon, allspice, and ginger.
No matter what recipe you choose, make this Christmas morning special for your family, especially for those who are often left out because of food allergies.
Do you have any Christmas morning breakfast traditions? Please share.
I hope you’ve enjoyed our 12 Days of Christmas, Willing Cook-style and have come away with some new ways to celebrate the holidays safely and enjoyably. If you’ve missed any of the posts, the full list is below.
On the First Day of Christmas: Wassail
On the Second Day of Christmas: Prosciutto-Wrapped Heart of Palm
On the Third Day of Christmas: Cocktail Meatballs
On the Fourth Day of Christmas: Crunchy Cabbage Salad
On the Fifth Day of Christmas: Rustic French Bread (gluten-free)
On the Sixth Day of Christmas: Christmas Ham
On the Seventh Day of Christmas: Green Bean Casserole
On the Eighth Day of Christmas: Pumpkin Pie
On the Ninth Day of Christmas: Chess Pie
On the Tenth Day of Christmas: Gingerbread Bars
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas: Breakfast Cinnamon Buns
May all your days be merry & bright!
“Labor of Love” is my favorite song from Andrew Peterson’s Behold the Lamb of God. Why? There is one line that gets me every time. Think on the magnitude of it…
Labor of LoveNoble Joseph by her side Callused hands and weary eyes There were no midwives to be found On the streets of David’s town In the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed Shafts of moonlight on his face But the baby in her womb He was the maker of the moon He was the Author of the faith That could make the mountains move. For little Mary full of grace With the tears upon her face It was a labor of love.