This is a recipe my Grandma used to make whenever we came to visit them in Tacoma, WA. Imagine waking up to the smell of BACON, traveling from the kitchen, up the stairs and into the room where we slept. As kids, we knew that where there is bacon, there is also pancakes! My Grandma actually called them hot cakes which I thought was kind of weird when I was younger,  but whatever you want to call them, they were tasty and we gobbled them up. One summer, when I was in Jr. High, my brother and I spent a whole week  with my Grandparents and I had the most…