The Killer Pancakes

Like I could resist the title?  OK the pancakes...I must have been about 7 or 8 years old and thought I was hot stuff in the kitchen.  I was going to make my parents breakfast like they had never had before! (well, I DID succeed in that respect).  I looked up my recipe, carefully measured the ingredients, cracking eggs into cups and pouring in the milk ever so carefully.  I got the mixture made and started the griddle warming.  I made sure those little drops of water danced like Barishnakov before daring to add oil to the electric griddle.  I cautiously tipped the first of the batter onto the griddle and WHAM!  Those suckers ROSE like they wouldn't stop until they reached the ceiling!  My Mother figured out the problem...You see, she had switched the canisters that she kept the Bisquick and the flour in without labeling the change.  Heck, SHE knew which was which and no one else cooked, right? So, my spiffy breakfast was given an extra dose of all the leavening and salt...as I recall those were pretty salty little pancakes but not bad with enough Aunt Jemima poured on!