sunday breakfast

on Sunday mornings growing up i could always count on a warm, homemade breakfast. sometimes eggs and bacon with hash browns. sometimes pancakes. but mostly, waffles. they were square, and big, with deep pockets that we would fill up with peanut butter and homemade maple syrup.









i hold dear that tradition. why? i dont know? its such a small thing. i guess it floods my mind of good memories of my childhood.
to this day, i still make a warm breakfast on sunday mornings. usually waffles. and fill the pockets with peanut butter and warm, homemade maple syrup. i have made some small changes. i now make them whole wheat and fill them with fruit or other yummy things to entice addie to take one bite of breakfast. she has never been a breakfast eater. take a look see.
this one on the other hand.....





here's to holding onto those childhood memories, one bite at a time.