Sundays are holy to me. Not so much in the religious sense but as a sacrosanct day of rest. A day to step back. Smell the roses. Do what I want rather than what the world might expect or require.
And like any good day, Sunday starts with a good breakfast. The rushed coffee and bagel, the omelette that accompanies an early meeting are nowhere to be found.
I make pancakes.
And I’m good at pancakes.
A pancake just says, “Savor the flavor of the day and its possibilities”.
And pancakes are as easy to make as they are to eat. If something about them seems bland, maybe the following will help you to better…
Enjoy Your Sunday.