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.
