Hubby got a Christmas present last weekend that he used for the first time when making breakfast this morning.
Star Wars pancake molds.
This led to many bad Yoda impressions during breakfast. "Eat my face, you will!" "No more ears I have!" "Pass the syrup, please you will?"
There was a tiny bit of batter left over at the end, so Hubby made one regular, round pancake. Oh wait, I mean, "the Death Star" - it's all in the marketing, of course.
It was a delightful Christmas Eve Day breakfast. Especially the bacon - erm, "light sabers" (as the kid called them). Of course bacon doesn't need the Force to be delicious......