In his usual comfy drawings and, this time, no words, de Paola shows a farm woman getting up and getting dressed and, propping up the recipe for all to see, proceeding to make pancakes--from scratch. Eggs must be fetched from the henhouse, milk obtained from the cow, and butter churned from that. Then the woman returns from buying maple syrup from the woodsman (his trees hang with buckets) to find that her dog and cat have gotten into the other ingredients. A final scene at the neighbors,' whose pancake breakfast she more or less appropriates, provides the necessary if uninspired pickup ending. This is no special feast for the audience, but it's an easily palatable reminder that our food is not created at the supermarket--and the built-in anticipation of the project's outcome should help to keep the pages turning.