My boyfriend made me this special pancake this morning. He claims it just appeared.
“It’s a sign!” I screeched, running for the phone.
“Hurry up!” he yelled. “It’s gonna burn!”
Native Americans believed that eating the heart of something would transmit its spirit to you.
I didn’t know what it meant to have a Pancake Spirit.…
So I ate it surreptitiously.
He not only provided breakfast, but then went out and cut all these slates for me, and drilled the holes for them to hang from. This is a little bit lighter colored than our last batch. The photo was taken right after I had scrubbed them, and they were still pretty wet. To me, they are delicious to look at — the grain, the chipped edges, each one like an empty canvas with its own quirks.
Any day that you feel loved, is a good day.
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