I have plenty to say about the good ol' 4th, and will write about it most likely tomorrow, but first I must tell you about a wonderful brunch I had yesterday with dear friends.
My buddy Finn, who is the coolest five year old I have ever met, has been promising me for months that he would make me pancakes. Apparently his family has a tradition where they decorate their pancakes with fruit and whipped cream and he felt that I could never truly know them until I sampled their pancake breakfast. He told me that he would "draw, you know, whatever you want. I could draw a bomb or a sword or I guess something girly if you want that". How in the world could I turn down an offer like that?
So yesterday David and I headed on over to Finn's house for pancakes. I was stoked to see the layers of pancakes stacked high on a plate in the oven, delicious crispy bacon, and a variety of fruit. Mr. Finn got to work right away, creating pancake art with his nimble fingers. Blueberries for eyes, a strawberry slice for a nose, and a piece of apple cut in the shape of a smile. Amazing! David's pancake had bucked teeth and Finn's had fangs. (We opted for faces instead of pictures seeing as I forgot to take my digestive advantage and would not be able to eat the whipped cream.) It was a glorious breakfast that inspired me to create pancake faces for my own kids one day.
Finn you are a gem and your pancakes are magnificent.
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