We have a family tradition of pancake breakfasts at Struan Farm on Sundays when the kids and their kids visit. John cracks out "Uncle Earl's Secret Pancake Recipe," and with help from a sous chef or two delivers delicious pancakes with real maple syrup, lots of butter for several serious butter fiends in the group <ahem, Livvy and John>, and fresh berries in season. After I have my coffee I hover in the background trying to keep everyone and -thing on the rails. Sometimes I add value.
This past weekend we had a pancake turn out in the shape of a Piopio, the extinct native thrush after which our village is named:
Pretty cool, eh? And of course we had to have it nibbling on some Piopio Berry Orchard blueberries!
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