When I was growing up, we had a beautiful home, and my mom ran it well. There was always something deliciously homemade cooking in the kitchen. Sometimes, especially in the fall and winter, I am transported back to my childhood home, just by a particular smell or thought. Recently, we made german pancakes for breakfast. And if you promise not to look at the bottom of my oven, I'll tell you about it.
|Sarah and Ellie wanted to peek in through the glass. They decided that we were having Rocky Mountain Pancakes for breakfast! And the one on the right is Pike's Peak, just in case you were wondering.|
|Hot mixed berries and puff pancakes. How's that for an awesome autumn morning?|