Pancake Sunday

My friend Ed makes pancakes for his wife Evelyn every Sunday from scratch.  No, you can’t rent him, I’ve already asked.

images-4They top them with the most incredible Vermont made syrup they bring home when they visit their friends who live there.  After giving me some I knew, it was all over between me and Aunt Jemima.  IT’S SO AMAZING, I’m surprised they don’t have bears knocking on the door.

Ed, Evelyn, you home…hello?

I have this wonderful image of them in their PJs, Ed’s signature Brooks Brothers pajamas  Evelyn lovingly puts on the radiator so they’re nice and toasty when Ed gets out of the shower – and rumor has it Ev has a favorite robe only worn on special occasions so I’m thinking, Sundays…she must wear it on Sundays.  Woman_Wearing_a_Bathrobe_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_081025-005710-335042

I see them cozy at their kitchen table, the Sunday papers scattered across it…she reading Arts and Leisure, he the Book Review serenely eating their pancakes.

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What an ad for intimacy and long term fidelity which I’ll admit, sounds like an insurance firm.

Aside from that…

I have a new, young couple who moved in next store.  They are lovely, and even come with a dog, a white bishon frise named Bette, who of course I’m seducing every chance I get.

I flirt with her.  “I know, you’re not a dog, you’re a little lamb…you can’t fool me.”  And she wiggles and wags like any pretty girl hoping for a sweetheart.

I mention them because, not being the chef Ed is, I couldn’t come up with pancakes unless I bought a stack and then they’d be like frisbees by the time they got them, so I left croissants by their door instead with a note, Sunday mornings are so nice when you have someone special to share them with. 

A small though corny, neighborly gesture.

They must think I’m crazy…this is New York after all, not Iowa, but so be it.  I also left that lamb of theirs a little treat.  Now she won’t think I’m crazy.

Why?

Animals, they always understand me.  SusannahBianchi6_thumb

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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33 Responses to Pancake Sunday

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    I’m sure they enjoyed the treats, but appreciated the thought even more. You’re the ideal neighbor, Susannah.
    My sweetie makes maple syrup from our trees and gives a couple of quarts to each of our 11 siblings and parents, and several friends,as well as a constant supply to our 4 children each year. It takes 40 gallons of syrup to make one gallon of syrup.

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  2. I LOVE those Sunday mornings … ahhh. A little lamb next door? Maybe Peanut and Tallulah can FaceTime this Summer. Doggie dating site could be the new rage.

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  3. Elle Knowles says:

    Well, sounds like you have a new lease on life Susannah! Glad to hear it. You are back to your own self as is Andrew! 😉 I make H pancakes on the weekends, though not from scratch, I do add fresh blueberries. Would box them and send you a platter if I thought they would fare well! Here’s to hoping you have a lasting friendship with the neighbors and Tullulah! ~Elle

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    I did! I know you will continue to make your visits as long as she’s nearby as so you should. Just think positive. What’s that saying? ‘Good things come to those who wait’. Miracles have happened!~Elle

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  5. micklively says:

    Sunday was made for the “full English”. I can’t be doing with pancakes. Since Mavee has been at the butchers, my Sunday mornings have been bliss.
    Your new pal looks like fun. I thought white bishon fries was a Belgian cheese?

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  6. I’m hoping that your new next door critter will adopt you to be his/her auntie. At least he’s convenient!

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  7. I love that final picture Susannah! :O)

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  8. Good Woman says:

    I came over from Reflections “Meet and Greet” to take a look at your blog. You have selected some very interesting topics and I really enjoy reading your perspective. I will follow you and look forward to more interesting posts.

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  9. Hey, even in Iowa I never got croissants at my door before. I guess I need to move to NYC for that kind of thing, at least near you. 🙂
    As for the syrup, yes, there is no comparison. Not in taste, or price either. We were at an Amish store last week and there was a quart of real maple syrup my wife wanted to buy. It was tempting except for the price tag weighing it down.

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