Light and fluffy

Topped with sweet cream cheese

And berries in a compote form.

Or there are the paper thin

Crepes that let through light

And flip in oily pans

Squeezed with lemon, sugar sprinkled

Eyes are always closed as lips

Part for pancakes made with love.

I made pancakes today and I had forgotten just how much I loved them. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed everything, not just the eating. There was something so lovely about making the batter and pouring it into the pan. It was lovely to see them slowly pile up on the plate as they were made.

Since lockdown, Noah and I have been eating a hell of a lot of red meat for breakfast. We decided early on that because we were stuck inside and not going to school, we would treat ourselves by having either bacon or sausage sandwiches almost every day.

It’s been really nice, but that is a lot of red meat and that plays on my mind. So for the next few days, I’m going to enjoy that process of making that batter. It makes me feel a bit more homely; a bit like I know what I’m doing in the kitchen.

Much Love

Rachel xx

PS I have peanut butter and jam on mine. Anyone else? Or is that a bit weird?