Sunday, December 26, 2004


My son loves pancakes and when we have a bit of time (not on weekday mornings dashing to catch the school bus thanks) I'm happy to make them.

I love breakfast. It's definately my favorite meal.

So here we are, morning after Christmas, light snow falling like powdered sugar, Christmas tree begging for water, hot pancakes already served, along with "repurposed" ham left over from a big ham I cooked yesterday, some honey mustard, a pot of English Breakfast tea. Just the thing.

And of course, some Jak 3 to round out the morning.