Monday, March 30, 2009

Mmm. Pancakes.

Ziggy likes to cook. And eat.

He eats better when he helps grow or cook the food. And when he's learning how to measure, stir, sift, and so on.... all the better.

Our "mouth story" last night was about a family: a boy called Geraldo, his dog Eddie, two cats called Blinksy 1 & 2, and mom and dad. Ziggy named the mom Jack, and the dad Pancake Eater.

No wonder I woke with this breakfast in mind. (Our basic buttermilk cakes, today served with a blueberry "syrup" and a dollop of plain yogurt. For the syrup, I cooked down a cup of blueberries, picked and frozen last summer, along with a generous teaspoon of lemon zest and the juice from half said lemon, 1 T brown sugar, a dash of cinnamon, and a few T of water.)

Oh, see the green and yellowy bruise on Zig's forehead? The current rainbow bruising from a Thursday evening collision with a door frame.

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