A couple weeks before I found out I was pregnant with Tiny G, we tore the roof off our house and demo-ed the kitchen. We lived without a kitchen during all but the final month of my pregnancy, and all the while we fantasized what life would be like on the other side—of the remodel, of becoming a family. We talked a lot about pancakes, and how we wanted to wake up on Sunday mornings and make them and then walk into town to the farmer’s market. That year, for my husband’s 35th birthday, I splurged on a gorgeous orange terry cloth robe from Hermès with these Sunday mornings in mind. When it came to picking out our range, we went back and forth on whether to get the griddle option or additional burners; in the end the burners won out and we got this awesome Lodge reversible griddle to put on top of the burners.
And then we woke up to reality. With a newborn, the idea of even showering on a Sunday was pure luxury let alone leisurely pancakes and leafing through the New York Times, or god forbid what kind of a havoc a newborn might bestow on a Belgian cotton robe. But I never let go of the fantasy and knew which recipe would become our family’s favorite.
Fast forward two years. Today we woke up to the most gorgeous sunny Los Angeles day imaginable. We walked to farmer’s market and ran into neighbors and friends…Anna, Hugh, Carolynn, Debra, Jon, Marc, Selena, Andrew, Ariana. Tiny G stopped to listen to some reggae with his favorite friends from music class, Fifi and Desmond.
We got three small bunches of bright orange tulips for $2 a bouquet.
And then we came home and made Poppy Seed Pancakes from one of my favorite blogs, 101 Cookbooks. They get their nutty crunch from toasted sesame seeds and poppy seeds, and wholesome deliciousness from whole wheat flour. One bite and we could taste the future. And let me say, it was worth the wait.