I made pancakes on Saturday afternoon to restore golden rays to the overcast day. It was 5pm and I couldn’t even tell the difference from 9pm.
That’s one secret wish fulfilled, perfectly! My first blind attempt with a carelessly followed recipe copied off a dodgy website, and everything bubbled up into fluffy goodness of golden brown. Topped with bananas and cinnammon and a satin red ribbon, the prettiest pieces were packed off to a friend while I devoured the rest with chocolate sauce.
And today we found this picture, together with a stupid video of us playing the Brougham Sandwich Game (where we heap ourselves on each other to form a sandwich). Joko probably spent 2 months convincing us to play it.