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It is family tradition to wake up the birthday boy or girl with a pancake breakfast. The pancake is always in the shape of the age of that person. It was my turn to have my breakfast in bed (although I opted to eat at the table)...mmmmm. I am loved.
Posted at 06:53 PM in Family Matters, Handmade Goodness | Permalink
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