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That Cozy

Eri does this awesome thing where she uses the food processor to chop up spinach or carrots and then she mixes that into the pancake batter and voila - colorful, flavorful pancakes that the boys love and also contain the stuff they need but often don't eat enough of because they're little boys.


This morning was spinach. I think. I got downstairs as the boys were already eating so I missed the creation part. Kenzo got his in the shape of Mickey Mouse and Osamu just announces, using big arm gestures, "Big. Round. Pancake, please."

Eri asked me if I'd like a pancake. I love pancakes. They're one of my favorites. However, I'm trying to stay away from sugar and starch as much as possible so I declined. The boys' pancakes smelled so good. Eri had her pancakes on a plate on the dining table, smothered in butter and maple syrup. Without asking, while she was still wrapping things up at the kitchen counter, I swooped in and helped myself to a bite she had already cut. Buttery and syrupy. 

One bite is really all I need most of the time.

For the second day in a row it snowed during my lunchtime walk and I came home covered in white flakes. It's not hard snow yet, just a pretty good flurry that lightly blankets everything. It's kind of nice to walk in, save for the cold. I put a heat pack in my coat pocket and all is well. Snowy days leading up to Christmas get me in a holiday mood. When I go for my evening walk I love standing in front of the house looking at the lights and the Christmas tree for a moment before I head off.

When I get back I switch everything off and sit here on the hot carpet with a little bourbon and my book. Usually that's where I fall asleep. It's hard not to when you're that cozy.

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