I had just cracked two eggs into a bowl this morning, readying Wyatt’s usual omelette, when he called from the living room, “Mom, can we have pancakes this morning?” On top of that, as I was putting Loretta to bed last night, she said, “Mom, I have two dreams. One is that we will spend [...]

If you want a much better history and description of these treasures, click over to Orangette. I’m just here to testify.
My testimonial: regular buttermilk pancakes don’t tempt me anymore. They’re so…what’s the word? Oatmeal-less. Disappointingly fluffy. I’m always after texture–crunchy, chewy, crispy, toothsome. My default pancakes don’t have any butter in them, though you’d never [...]

I generally avoid hauling out my mixer on a weekday morning.  We have toast and fruit or oatmeal, pancakes a couple times a month if I don’t have a morning meeting.  But what’s a girl supposed to do with some softening bananas sitting on the counter?  Just throw them away, you say?! Never.  The Leftoverist [...]

It’s really feeling like winter–at Seward Park today, the trees looked distressingly barren.  I read a science feature on NPR recently that said leaves don’t really fall from trees–they’re pushed off in order to preserve the tree. Turns out the tree is much more proactive than just waiting for the wind to come along.
When I [...]

It’s been a busy weekend–church retreat in Port Orchard, racing home across the Tacoma Narrows Bridge to be home in time for my dad’s birthday picnic at Seward Park.  A lot of sunshine and memories packed into 48 hours.  Last night, crossing the field with the kids to the sing-a-long, it occurred to me (for [...]