My family is weird. We come from a bunch of traditions and we've lived in a bunch of places, and we borrow ideas and practices as seems fitting. So when I saw the word Forgiveness it made me think of pancakes, and I had to figure out why. Well. Dad's family is Jewish but not very religious about it,and we celebrated Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement or Forgiveness, with potato pancakes. Russian Jews, so sometimes we had blini for Maslenitsa (which is today). But we also lived in England for many years, and had Pancake Day which I think also has ties to forgiveness somehow. And then, of course, whenever my dad screwed up and wanted forgiveness for something, he'd make pancakes for Sunday brunch instead of an omelette.
So I made you all some pancakes, and took a picture of them. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to add some maple syrup and eat them.