"Wait a minute," Primo whispered to me. "That means that we're having pancakes on Tuesday, right?"
"Great!" I replied. "You're making pancakes for us? I'll put you down for dinner on Tuesday."
"That's not what I meant..." he grumbled.
Yesterday, I posted this to his facebook wall (because doesn't every 17 year old boy want his mother posting things on his facebook wall?):
To give the kid credit, when the batter hit the griddle, he put a spatula where his mouth was.
Remember all those blueberries we froze last June? Amazingly enough, Terzo has not eaten them all yet. I made a delicious blueberry sauce—though not as good, I was informed, as the one their grandfather made for them last year. We added breakfast sausage from the pigs for a little protein. It was a family effort meal, from start to finish.
What great fun family traditions are!!
ReplyDeleteI know that my vegan daughter would say that there is enough protein with out the sausage but it all sounds wonderful to me.