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September 2019



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hilleviw in photo_scavenger


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.


Hurrah for pancakes - I'd forgive a lot of things for a plate of pancakes!
Yup, I think Dad was on track with the pancake apologies.
Luckily, I had my own pancakes for dinner tonight, or I'd be whimpering and licking the screen!
Easy enough to make, aren't they? I just use the Joy of Cooking basic recipe, but thin it a little with extra milk so my pancakes are more European than American.
Ooooh - they look nummy.
Thanks, I've enjoyed them so far. My favorites are the single drops, which my dad used to call baby pancakes. I've wondered sometimes why I don't just make a pan of baby pancakes, but somehow it seems like cheating.
Mmmmmm, pancakes! Enjoy!
Why thank you. They were a good lunch, and they're going to be a good breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
Look at my perfect icon!

And excuse me, but if you made those pancakes for us, why are you the one eating them? There's something wrong with this picture. *g*
Fair cop, and if someone would just invent a teleportation device I'll be happy to send them out. In the meantime, I hate to waste them.

And yes, your icon couldn't be better suited.
I'm so glad you mentioned the drops! That's what I thought was best in this photo. I miss this type of ritual in my family, what a great connection you have - seems your family took the part of the religion that worked for you, and it seems it really did work. yay.

But I don't think you have anything to ask forgiveness for from us, so I think it's okay that you ate them.
My parents have been married for 51 years, so they must've gotten something right in the area of forgiveness! You'd have to rack up a few mistakes in all that time, don't you think?

I'm glad you like the baby pancakes, too.
I always had to make baby pancakes for the children when they were small. They were enchanted with tiny pancakes!
Did you call them baby pancakes too? Sometimes I wonder if that isn't part of the charm. I mean, I also loved baby caviar (kalles) and baby strawberries (the tiny wild ones).
Yes, we called them baby pancakes, too! There is something charming about tiny things, and something enchanting about oversized ones!