Every Saturday (unless we have a pressing engagement) Nathan and I eat pancakes. It's our thing. I make the batter and he cooks.
We were joking this morning that our children will feel totally out of place the first time they eat pancakes with their friends, because Nathan and I both eat our pancakes with our hands, drizzled with honey. This is strange, we know, but, let me tell you, it is incredibly delicious. Lately, we're been eating pumpkin pancakes with whipped peach honey. Yum!