As you know this is raspberry time of the year again, and I have a couple of small rows from Dad’s original plants. Saturday I went out and picked some and Christi said she would make raspberry pancakes for breakfast.
She made up a great buttermilk recipe and added a pint of the raspberries I had just picked minutes before, and in the pan they go.
And onto the plate and into my “Big” mouth. Oh they were so good they practically melted in your mouth. I bet you can almost taste them as you are reading it. Thanks, Dear, for the great breakfast, and thanks Dad for the raspberry plants.
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