Today is my birthday. I’ve never really been into my birthday. It just means I’m a year older.  In the past, I usually was on a business trip, so that day was like any other. RJ always remembers me with a special card. He makes me breakfast in the morning, which is a real treat since I make hundreds of breakfasts throughout the year. He makes his specialty - buttermilk pancakes - but they are the best buttermilk pancakes I have ever eaten.  I’m sure it has something to do with the love and care that goes into making them.  He uses a whisk to mix the batter. I don’t know many guys who use a whisk. He adds eggs (he says it makes for a richer batter) and waits until the griddle is just hot enough to makes the batter bubble when it hits the pan.

He usually makes way more than I could ever eat, but I enjoy every mouthful of that luscious batter. I like my pancakes with butter -plain old fashion butter. I put on too much. My rationale is I’m not using syrup so the butter is okay instead.  Sometimes he makes sausage if I have it around.  I cook so much bacon at the Inn that I rarely eat it at home.

Coffee hits the spot. With my newspaper laid out before me and my coffee in hand, I will enjoy a thoroughly quiet morning.