By Keryn Means for WalkingOnTravels.com
Maple syrup. It reminds us of cold winter mornings when we were kids and mom (or dad) would make blueberry pancakes to get us up on Saturday morning. Or at least that was the dream, right? Maple season in Somerset, PA is no different.
Of course, more often than not I was making French toast for myself at my house. My mom really did make some awesome pancakes. I just prefer French toast. These days, the boys and I make blueberry pancakes, eggs and smoothies for dinner at least once a week.
It’s my little way of teaching them how to cook.
Every kid should know how to fend for themselves before they are released into the wild… even if the “wild” isn’t going to come for another 12 years at least.
