Anyone who has ever tried to find a good spot in their cabinet for the big-ass box of Bisquick knows that the box borders on treasure-chest size...in fact, a true pancake-loving family like mine actually considers a box of Bisquick to be nothing less than a treasure chest.
In my new neck of the woods, I've finally found the Bisquick treasure chest. But, as the picture shows, it's less of a real treasure chest and more like that little plastic treasure chest you get when you lose a tooth...you know, the one you can wear around your neck.
So, I'm estimating that I'll need at least two of these boxes to cover us for Sunday breakfast.
The Coke can is to give you perspective. (I'm thinking that my perspective might improve if I added some spiced rum to that can.)