Saturday, March 2, 2013
I got up early this morning and made breakfast for the family. Today I made Banana Walnut Pancakes with scrambled eggs and fresh fruit.
Not that this is anything unusual for a weekend at Casa LIAYF. I make this same breakfast at least once every single weekend. Sometimes more than once. There have even been three and four day weekends where we loaded up on tasty hotcakes - slathered with peanut butter and either honey, jam, or syrup - each of those mornings.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that one of the enduring memories Lukas will have of childhood will be eating banana pancakes for breakfast - and sharing laughs. To this day I still remember the plate sized pancakes my own father used to make for us when I was growing up on the farm.
One of the laughs Lukas and I share takes place about the time the first pancakes are about to come off the griddle. Ever since he could understand me, I would call out loudly "Who wants the biggest Pancaaaaaake!?" to which Lukas will always respond "I DO!!!" I'll sometimes fake like I am trying call for the biggest pancake. But he always beats me to the punch.
Then, resigned, I will always find a mirco-cake that is the product of a drip from the larger cakes batter gone awry. I will scoop it up and take it over to him - his nose usually buried in a Lego creation - and present it to him. "Here's your biggest pancake" I'll deadpan, then feign utter amazement when it disappears in one quick bite.
Then we'll both share a laugh.
Of course I'm not really sure how long my 5 year old love of a boy will continue to humor me in this particular game, or for that matter how long he will continue to want home-made pancakes every single weekend morning.
But until he doesn't, I'll continue to freeze my ripe bananas, stock up on walnuts, and keep plenty of peanut butter and syrup on hand for weekend mornings - and serve up heaping helpings of them. Always with a smile.
You know, I really hope this never ends.