I never seem to get much done around the house on weekends. In my opinion Sundays are for Church and sleeping, and Saturdays are for long breakfasts and a lot of playing! In my ideal world there would be a breakfast truck that would come around every Saturday morning. It would be just like the ice cream truck except it would sell nice hot breakfast items. Pancakes (my Nana's recipe of course), waffles, crepes, French Toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, toast... And you would know it's coming because it would be blaring "Who Let the Dogs Out" (Lee Lee's choice) through giant speakers. But until that day comes I guess I will make every attempt to whip up something hot and delicious every Saturday morning.
The snow is melting. I'm secretly sad! I kind of enjoy Winter. Soon I will have muddy paw prints on my kitchen floor (another thing I secretly don't mind,) The flowers will begin to pop through the soil, and we will enjoy BBQs and long walks, but for now we will enjoy what's left of the snow. We will play in it, because soon it will be gone.