No need to laugh at the look of my pancakes, I'm no masterchef
I'm loving weekends that are 90% chore free. Loving it.
This week I was thinking about my childhood and I thought about the joy I got from a Sunday lunch of pancakes. We'd do it every so often, mum would cook the pancakes and keep them heated in the oven until they were all ready. I'd often stew apples to go on top. Then like classy people, my mum, brothers and I would eat and eat until we were about to burst.
I think back on those Sundays fondly. Proof enough it's the simple things.
I decided to relive that experience today with my family. My daughter loves pancakes. So we prepared some fruit, pulled out the chocolate spread and maple syrup and we ate and enjoyed each others company.
And it was fun!
The simple things!