Growing up our mom was the cook. She's a pretty amazing cook, hence why I never bothered to learn until I was on my own.
But breakfast. That was my dad's jurisdiction. Sister and I used to sit on our stools at the counter and wait for Dad to flip a couple pancakes our way. "Hot off the griddle" he used to say. The best was when he made us our initials. KZ, that's me. Or at least it was until I got married.
This morning, my dad was helping me with some work and we decided to have breakfast together. Just like old times. As I sat at the counter, waiting for breakfast, I noticed letters begin to take shape in the pan. Then next thing I knew, a KD showed up on my plate. I was pretty excited. Perhaps even a little overly excited.
"Your first initial pancakes as a married woman," Dad said. "Hot off the griddle."
How cute is he?! I can't wait to start that tradition with little ones of my own some day.
So sweet! I'm impressed that your dad can manage that! My mom always spelled our names in pancakes on our birthdays, and I have attempted to make pancake letters myself. I'm terrible! I need much practice before I have kids!
ReplyDeleteAw, that's too cute and sweet!
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