What better use for fresh maple syrup than to have a pancake feed? My relatives on my mom's side own a . . . ranch? tree farm? grove of maple trees? . . . anyway, the harvest came in and my mom bought some maple syrup for each of us. I decided to host the pancake feed at my house.
For better or worse (likely the former) only one sister and my mom could make it. Another sister popped in just to eat (we have been chanting "She comes. She eats. She leaves." to ourselves for years now). For the majority of our morning and into the afternoon, it was my sister, her husband, two kids, my mom, Brad, LB and me.
It was delightful. We had a great time cooking together and then moved into the early afternoon hanging out on the front porch while my mom tried out her new tricycle. I thought she would look goofy, but it actually looks pretty good and now that she is 73 with bad knees, she can't get on and off of a bike easily. I am thrilled for her for starting a new hobby. I hope she loves it.
What could top off such a peaceful, happy time? Well, the ice cream truck of course! LB participated for the first time although she wasn't really interested in eating her fudge pop (Brad and I were able to help out). My sister's kids (8 and 3) who are country kids thought it was the coolest thing since sliced bread and asked to come over every day.
It was truly a remarkable day. My family can't usually be in the same room for 20 minutes without some drama. To spend five hours together and enjoy the whole time was, well, perfect. The maple syrup was pretty good too.