I remember clearly two pancakes which had a horrible death.
My father tossed one which ended up on the beams of our kitchen in my childhood farmhouse, my mother was less than impressed. When our kids were young my husband grabbed the frying pan off me to have a go at tossing the pancake, and it too ended up on the ceiling! The dog sat underneath it waiting for it to fall down and gobbled it up. It took my husband quite a while to clean up his mess!
