small talk

"mama, the smallest things have the best hiding places."

esther

fat tuesday

our household has been visited by the green ick-

a stomach bug that has hovered over us for a week now.

quite unpleasant.

so far, only esther has escaped its' bilious clutches!

it has been hard to have time or appetite for grocery shopping.

so yesterday, the larder was practically bare.

as evening arrived, i realized my reserves of provisions and energy were both startlingly low...

then the question, "what's for dinner?"

i dragged out the leftover leftovers; each was understandably vetoed by the girl.

(the boy declined his voting rights, and daddy was installed by a bucket on the chesterfield.)

then, EUREKA!!!

it was tuesday...shrove tuesday, at that!

a day seemingly designed expressly for the harried evening-food provider.

i could, with impunity, feed my children pancakes for supper-with corn syrup, no less!

(we're out of the good stuff, of course.)

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so i whipped out my favourite pancake recipe, and whipped up some hot stacks.

Gaspe Pancakes:

1 1/3 C flour

3 t baking powder

1/2 t salt

1 T sugar

1 egg

1 1/4 C milk

3 T oil

1/4 t vanilla

for

Spruce Street Variation:

also include

1/2 ripe banana

2 T peanut butter

whizz everything together with an immersion blender,

griddle them up, and eat.

lesson:always take advantage of your get out of jail free card.