Holiday memoires and pancakes for supper
The holidays bring back memories; or maybe it is simply sentimentality mixed with senility. Whatever, during the holidays my mind often wonders back to the simple foods from my childhood: creamed beef or sausage gravy on my mother’s homemade biscuits, peanut butter mixed with Caro syrup and spread liberally over plain white store bought bread and, my all-time favorite, fluffy pancakes served with fried eggs for supper. To this day I am unsure why pancakes tasted so much better when mother made them for supper than they did when she made them for breakfast. Perhaps it was the idea of breaking some rule. Or maybe it was the scent, vision and taste penetrating the chill of a winter night; the savory soft burnt smell of the batter sizzling in the skillet, the bubbles rising and bursting on top as the cakes formed and the sweetness of the syrup poured over the toast co...