Last Friday morning, my internal alarm clock buzzed a little earlier than my electronic one, so I hopped out of my steamy shower with some extra time to spare. After the chilly weather that blew into town, my bones begged for a hot breakfast to warm them up. I nixed my usual bowl of oatmeal and reached for milk and flour instead.
Within 10 minutes, my skillet of pancakes filled the house with their toasty sweet aroma, encouraging my guy to stumble into the kitchen rubbing his eyes and ask for the leftovers. Since I only mixed up enough for me (he rarely wakes up before I leave in the mornings!), I promised him another batch over the weekend before riding off to work.
Because he balks at the slightest hint of pumpkin-flavored goods, I left his plain and stirred up a second batter for myself. Good thing too—he would’ve had to rip my arm off just to try a bite! With the exact flavor and texture of pumpkin pie, I savored every single bite. It was just like eating dessert for breakfast!