flap-jacks

Instead, he ate half a dozen cold flap-jacks and crawled into the folds of the partly unrolled tent.

THE TASTE OF THE MEAT 2010

“The children of drunkards will consume this surplus in the form of flap-jacks for breakfast.”

LAST CALL DANIEL OKRENT 2010

“The children of drunkards will consume this surplus in the form of flap-jacks for breakfast.”

LAST CALL DANIEL OKRENT 2010

One day we were camped by some rapids on the River of Winds, and after lunch -- which identically resembled breakfast and dinner, being trout and bacon, flap-jacks and maple sugar -- Walter, who is perpetual emotion, decided to walk up the small stream above our camp, and see if it looked as if there were a lake on beyond.

The Lake of Devils 1996

Here, throwing flap-jacks into the air with a toss over a crackling camp-fire, singing merrily, Job found Jane the next morning as he was roaming the valley in the early hours on Bess 'back.

The Transformation of Job A Tale of the High Sierras Frederick Vining Fisher

There were flap-jacks with maple syrup to pour over them, and that, with the crisp smell of bacon, made every one so hungry that there was no need to call even Nan twice, and sometimes she liked to lie in bed longer than did the others.

The Bobbsey Twins on Blueberry Island Laura Lee Hope

Soon after my arrival supper was ready, and I joined the mess in my first meal in camp, and was astonished to see how they relished fat bacon, "flap-jacks" and strong black coffee in big tin cups.

The Story of a Cannoneer Under Stonewall Jackson Edward A. Moore

While I eats dem flap-jacks a-floatin 'in' lasses.

Negro Folk Rhymes Wise and Otherwise: With a Study Thomas Washington Talley

We had eaten our last loaf of bread that morning, so I mixed some griddle-cakes, and Robert, who enjoyed the fun of so many people, set the table and did very nicely, Rose running up and down stairs with the hot flap-jacks.

Letters from Port Royal Written at the Time of the Civil War (1862-1868) Elizabeth Ware [Editor] Pearson

Jim, being a masterful soul, occasionally took the matter into his own hands and, aided by Bob, made "flap-jacks" in the frying-pan; they might have been indigestible for delicately-constituted people, but at least they had the merit of being hot and comforting on a biting winter night.

Back to Billabong Mary Grant Bruce 1918