The mystery of the horrible pancakes, see entry below, has already been solved.
Lunch, which we call Dinner, was fine, and I cleaned my plate. It was roast pork, au gratin potatoes, Malibu vegetables, roll, green salad with Italian dressing. There was coconut cream pie for dessert.
A stranger, in white apron and a baseball cap, came out and asked us how dinner was.
"It was fine. Who are you?"
"I am Dave, the new cook."
"What happened to Linda?"
"She's back there. I am the assistant cook."
"Well, Dave, the dinner was fine, but there was a problem with the pancakes at breakfast."
"I know," said Dave. "Sorry about that. I had trouble. It was my first time on a griddle new to me."
"You made the pancakes this morning?"
"Yes, I did."