I should’ve thought to take a photo. I should’ve thought to take a camera. What I didn’t forget to take was an appetite upon my invitation to the pesky neighbor’s today.
Mom made pancakes this morning for breakfast. On a griddle. Fresh. With butter and maple syrup. Yummy and amazing was my first meal of the day.
I don’t remember EVER having pancakes growing up unless Nanny, our grandmother, fixed them upon our request. Or on a whim. Or because she thought we were especially cute. Or whatever other reason she might use to cook our favorite dishes.
Better late than never, Mom’s extremely awesome breakfast was better than IHOP — I now call the place next door PollyHOP. Reservations required.