A bed of pancakes and French toast

That’s what I call the month of Aug to September when my parents visited. I say this because that’s what my mother made for me for breakfast everyday before I left for work. Right after my shower at about 630a.m I could hear the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen and then I know my mother was up. ( needless to say I did tell her to just get her beauty sleep and not worry about me, but I guess that’s what mothers are made of- homemade pancakes and lots of love! The best there ever is!)

I would then rush with my routine of makeup, drying my hair etc to just get those precious ten minutes or fifteen minutes to sit with her at the dining table with the warm breakfast and tea she had laid out for me. (rush since my bus was at 715 am every morning and it was always a challenge to reach it on time!) So if I was lucky and on time we would sit and my mother would watch me devour her breakfast, then we would just talk about how it was like a dream to sit this way and be together. (normally others realize it much later , but I am lucky to realize this now, and that perhaps makes it more difficult sometimes because I get reminded that this can be ephemeral)

In the evenings, my father and mother would have both prepared a hot nice dinner for us. Everything seems to taste hundred times better when it is made by parents, like they say the secret ingredient must be love! It is so easy to get used to the comfort of family around all the time, isn’t it?

Hence I thought a bed of pancakes and French toast would be apt for the past month, that’s what it has been, sweet, comforting and most of all homely :)

( written around September or october 2010 sometime)