....blueberry pancakes, that is. Last night, as I was shopping for some last minute Thanksgiving food items,I suddenly had a craving for blueberry pancakes. So I picked up some muffin mix, added some flour, oil, water and egg and viola!--Blueberry pancakes!
So I placed them on a platter that my best friend Dara gave me of her mother's after her parents had passed. This had special meaning for me this particular morning. For about three or four years before her mother had passed, we (my husband, Mr. Phil, and I) used to go over to Dara's mom and dad's house and have Thanksgiving lunch at their house and then go to my parents and have another Thanksgiving dinner there. It was so fun just to hang out at their house and hear the stories that Isabel (Dara's great aunt who was 90ish) , Joyce (Dara's mom's friend) and Dara's mother would tell. We always had a good time and the food was always wonderfully cooked. They really knew how to cook a bird :-)
Miss you Pat and Frank, Isabel, and Joyce. Love, Tonya
1 comments:
Great times, thanks for the memmories.
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