We arrived today at National Flapjack Day and it's fortunate for me that, in the United States, that's essentially the same thing as a pancake day. With my favorite recipe for buttermilk pancakes close at hand, even if it's been seldom deployed these last couple of years, and a hankering as well for freshly-sizzled crispy bacon strips, the mid-day meal was a breakfast delight.
It's a warm pre-spring Thursday with a mix of sun and clouds, but we are so very glad to see the encouraging display of the initial burst of blossoms from the Bradford pear tree, even if a nudge later this year than has occurred in other years.
And some camellia bushes are full-budded and also bursting out with blooms, which I was happy to return to after three days on the road for work.
This past Sunday, I'd driven as far as Dunn, in my home county, and stayed the night at a gorgeous bed and breakfast owned and run by my high school classmate Alan and his wife Patti. We enjoyed an hours-long visit that night that also included taking their marvelous Rolls Royce to go eat dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. I was then in Sampson County on Monday and in Wilmington the next two days. Since I do not have to travel as much these days, it was extra nice to get back home and to be back in my own kitchen.
Even in the midst of joy, sadness might yet find its way in. This afternoon, the gorgeous weather brought the kind of outside time that makes possible the short visits at the front wall with friends and neighbors. Alas, one of those bore the unfortunate news of the passing a couple of weeks ago of our neighbor Miss Dee Dee, so very loved especially by sweet Sumner.
The evening was still delightful when it was time to go walk, and I paused along Broad Street behind the house to capture the onset of dusk over the city skyline, with the upper stories of the house framed so nicely:
"Best Tips for Making Pancakes: Fluffy Buttermilk Pancakes," by Joanne Ozug on the Pioneer Woman website. [Published 10 May 2017]
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