Sunday Breakfast… just thinking about it brings me back to those early childhood days when my father – when he wasn’t at the Firehouse – would cook these huge breakfasts for all of us. Pop was a pretty good cook and in no time at all would create mountains of French Toast or Fried Ham with Sourdough Toast. Gastronomic heaven.
He may not be around to cook for me anymore, but I’m following in his foot steps. Today was a mountain of pancakes.
While I usually have pancake mix in the cupboard, it seems I didn’t this morning… Of course, that didn’t stop me. I’ve been making pancakes from scratch for years…
A bit of bacon on the side, Lingonberry jam and maple syrup, fresh-brewed coffee…
Pop would have been proud.