Precious Pancakes

I slept in this morning, something I don’t do often anymore and haven’t done in a while. While sipping my first cup of coffee, Hubs reminded me buckwheat pancakes were on the menu for this morning’s breakfast.

I groaned. Why do I put things on the menu I don’t want to make? We haven’t purchased cereal or processed breakfast foods in almost three years, but sometimes I do miss the convenience. I don’t miss constantly getting sick or feeling lousy. So I cook from scratch. But sometimes…

While I was mentally chastising myself for making such a menu promise, Little Man came into the kitchen and asked if he could help make the pancakes.

It must have been a moment of weakness, because I agreed.

I don’t like to have help in the kitchen. From anyone. I never have, and no, I don’t know why. I just like to get in, do my work, get out. Ba da bing, ba da boom. I know it’s important for my kids to learn how to cook, though, and I do relent and let them help me at various times.

We measured and mixed the ingredients, heated the skillet, had a quick kitchen stovetop safety review and began cooking the hot cakes one at a time.

Flipping his third pancake, Little Man turned to me and said, “This is the most fun I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

If that didn’t melt my cold, cooking heart…

So the pancakes were made, breakfast was enjoyed, and one Little Man’s day was entirely made.

Makes for a precious morning. With precious pancakes.

One Reply to “Precious Pancakes”

  1. “Out of the mouths of babes”
    God blesses us in ways we don’t see coming doesn’t He?

    Have blessed day Val.

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