pear pancakes: party of one

I celebrated my first day back in Bloomington by checking off a predictable list of post-holiday to-dos: Unpack Christmas presents. Do laundry. Pay rent. Buy groceries. Make soup. The best task, though, was saved for last: Redo kitchen chalkboard. With the swipe of a towel, month-old doodles of snowflakes and pine trees disappeared, and the following…

pumpkin pancakes

Growing up in my house, pancakes were a rare and almost scandalous treat. My mom never made them (she would make the occasional waffle on my grandparents’ 50+ year old waffle maker, which despite its age worked like a charm, but she would do so with hesitation, reminding my sister and me that a breakfast…

strawberry oatmeal pancakes

“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ” – Henry James It’s a delightful exercise, I think, to meditate on which English words you think are most beautiful. J.R.R. Tolkein famously asserted that “cellar door” rolls off the Anglophone tongue most melodiously. Linguist…