Despite all this, as Lisa was about to open the bag she saw a full grown and very healthy fly merrily making its way among the pancake batter. Remember, this was INSIDE A SEALED BAG.
Argh, hard to see anything in the last shot, but I believe it's crawling around the top center of the bag in that frame.
No matter, here's a video of the oddity.
Not exactly a finger in your fast-food chili, but it made for swell breakfast conversation all the same.
So did we make the pancakes? Of course - but not with that mix. We went out and bought a local generic brand, made right here in good ol' Wisconsin and not that fly-ridden General Mills factory in Minnesota.
"You should write Bisquick and complain," Lisa said as she made some yummy cranberry flapjacks.
"Darn right," I replied. "Why, we could be hundredaires!"
Seriously though, I am going to write them and complain. Yuck.
