My wonder spouse, who, everyone knows, is the cook in our family, surprised me this morning by asking if I wanted pecan pancakes for breakfast. Usually our breakfasts are a do-it-yourself event. I like cinnamon toast while he favors graham crackers.
Since this was a no rush Saturday morning, I said YES, and quickly started the coffee and put the butter and syrup on the table. I like to do my part. We each had two plate size pancakes - light fluffy and delicious (one at a time while they were hot) - with butter and real maple syrup. We are admittedly syrup snobs, nothing but pure maple syrup will do.
It was a delicious breakfast, turned into brunch, finished while it was still morning, but only by a little bit.
Then I received my west coast brother's daily text informing me that today is "National Flapjack Day." Well, everyone knows that flapjack is just another name for pancake so we were pleased to learn that this time we had correctly celebrated the day.
I should mention that today is also "Descendants Day" so, not too surprisingly my mind has been on my youngest little descendent (two days old today). See yesterday's blog for details.
While working at my desk I spotted this four generation picture, taken 25 years ago. The baby in this picture is the proud and shaggy daddy in yesterday's picture. I hope to get a brand new 4-generation picture when we all get together sometime soon.
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