Spiced pancakes

I just got back from Christmas vacation with my family, and we were reminiscing about some funny memories. One of them is the tale of the spiced pancakes. My mom, being the sweet person she is, decided to make pancakes for us on a Saturday morning. We were all living in California at the time, and my sister and I were about 8 and 10 years old. I remember everyone taking a bite, and then an awkward silence came upon the room. I should have noticed something was wrong just by looking at them. The pancakes had a lot more volume and heft than your typical IHOP pancakes. We kept eating like good little kids, but very slowly. The pancakes had a strange salty, peppery, savory flavor to them that just doesn't belong in pancakes. Dad knew that they tasted funny, but he made us eat them anyway.
I finally realized why they had their special taste. My mom had made fried chicken for us the night before and tossed out the seasoned flour she used for the batter. I saw a bag of perfectly good flour and put it back in the flour container. I figured this out midway through the second bite. I would have come to the solution sooner, but I was still recovering from the shock to my taste buds of the pancakes. Anyway, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and don't put the flour back. There's a reason it's in the trash!!