S U N D A Y
There is no pleasure in having nothing to do;
The fun is in having lots to do
And not doing it.
Take it slow;
Give your soul a chance to catch up with your body.
I make my pancakes from scratch.
Tipping flour from the canister into a large bowl.
Adding milk. And egg. More milk.
Some sugar. A bit more...
It's not an exact science.
In fact - it's the only time I work without a recipe.
Everything else I bake is weighed and measured.
I am usually so precise.
But not on a Sunday morning.
Not with pancakes.
There's a special kind of freedom in the guesswork.
And they taste delicious.
Every. Single. Time.