Back when G and I were dating, I made special breakfasts most Saturdays and Sundays. These days, I strive to create a non-oatmeal breakfast at least one weekend morning.
As I attempted to fall asleep last night, I conjured up this morning's breakfast: sour cream pancakes (made with part whole wheat flour and touched with cinnamon), with quick strawberry sauce, maple syrup, and toasted almonds.
G magically appeared, bed-headed but bright eyed, right as the last pancake was bubbling in the skillet. Excellent timing.
What a sweet start to a domestic day of holiday decorating and leaf hauling and essay grading and laundry.
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