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Pancakes and Sunday

I'm always a little sad when our Sunday Morning ritual is over. I make pancakes and bacon. Every Sunday.

The ninja* loves them. Who knew? I didn't. Long ago, he said he wasn't hungry when I made them. I got it in my head he didn't like them. So, when I made them, I usually did it when he wasn't around.

It became a winter tradition for me. I had pancakes when the Ninja went to the ski hill. Well, this winter, I announced I was making pancakes on Sunday whether he liked them or not. He looked at me like I was crazy, "I like pancakes. What are you talking about?"


Ever since, we've had them every Sunday. I make 5 large-ish pancakes. We each have 2. I cook the last one and leave it in the pan until it cools. Then, the puppies get treats.


It's over today. I added pecans to the 4 human pancakes. They were tasty. The puppies loved theirs. And, I did a good job of dividing it into 12 pieces today - so they each got 3 treats.


And, I'm sad. I have to wait until next week for this feeling.

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