First thing’s first… Ahhhh….that’s so much better. Now, where was I? Oh yes, the pancake. Is there a more simple breakfast pleasure? To me, pancakes mean Saturday morning. Delicious cup of coffee, some crispy bacon, and a stack of spongy pancakes that soak up all the syrup within a ten mile radius. Humor me for…
Oh, the silent majesty of a winter’s morn…
Name that Christmas movie… Anyway, normally on Christmas morning, we get up around 6:00 am, have about 30 minutes of “Christmas” together before we have to run off to our first family event of the day. This year, however, we managed to get the entire morning to ourselves. Oh what to do…what to do. We…
Croque Madame
A short while ago we decided to buck our usual trend of evening hang outs with our pals the Brownes and go for something a little different. It’s called breakfast. You may have heard of it. It was a French kind of morning. Why you say? Well, I have no idea. I just felt like…
And in the mornin’…I’m making waffles!
Bonus points if you guess what movie that’s from… Saturday mornings are my ONE day a week to go wild with breakfast. And if I can help it, I’m usually going extravagant. Sadly, Kara’s out on a field trip this morning with her photography class and she missed some yummy impromptu waffles. And an impromptu…