Sunday morning

There is something about cradling a bowl in your arm,
and watching how the flour, eggs, oil, vanilla and milk
all blend together with the motion of the whisk.
The smell of the batter frying in the pan, the warmth of
each pancake when you place in on the plate. How the
butter effortlessly melts into the pancake and how every-
one has their own method/design of applying the syrup.
The way the knife slides through the stack of pancakes,
and the pieces onto your fork and into your mouth....