A breakfast made from just-add-water pancake mix is probably always going to be fine. The pancakes can be kind of good (in a sugar rush-sort of way) if you pour on enough maple syrup, but that isn’t really saying much.
How do you eat a snickerdoodle cookie? Do you tear it in half, watching how the wrinkly center slowly cracks, like an earthquake in slow motion? Or do you just bite in, letting your front teeth sink into the soft (the good ones are always soft) cookie? Regardless of how you take down a snickerdoodle, you know you’re always here for one. Unless you don’t like cinnamon and sugar, but in that case, who are you?
Try to tell me there’s something more fun than a backyard campout. It's got all the outdoorsy fun of real camping with significantly less risk of bears, porta-potties, and public showers. My favorite part of the backyard campouts I had as a kid, other than the weirdly perfect smell of outside at 5 a.m. was breakfast the next morning, starring none other than grilled pancakes.