As a child, we had several weekly traditions. Wednesdays were the nights mom worked, so dad was in charge of dinner … and, also, dessert. Which was great because his office was across the street from the Hostess outlet in Natick, Mass.
Saturday morning also meant pancakes. Every. Single. Week.
Something really big had to be going on to miss them. In my home, we do them from time to time. Today, being the first Saturday of the year, we broke out the griddle and mixed up my wife’s gluten free batter, mixed in some bananas and dug down deep.
As we set off into another year, another adventure around the sun, here’s to traditions new and old.