Every day, she troops out to the barn to collect eggs. “Pick eggs? Pick eggs?” she pleads. She carries them back to the house so proud and, mostly, reverent in her task. Truly, she’s only broken one or two (like when she excitedly shows Daddy her find by knocking them together like rocks…).
“Make eggs? Make eggs?” she then asks.
Sure, we’ll make eggs.
On Monday nights, I do my best to focus on Fiona as we’re all transitioning from our weekend back into our weekday rhythms. She usually misses mama on Mondays, and evenings are when I pour into her. So one recent Monday night I agreed, we would make eggs. It was late, nearly bedtime, since we’d spent the lovely evening playing outside, but does that really matter? Bedtime is just a time, right?
We set out to make a “Puffy Pancake” (also called German or Dutch Pancakes). “Cake? Cake?” she asked excitedly. Sure, we’ll call it cake.
Fiona whipped the eggs herself. So proud.
We served these with fresh berries on top for a sweet breakfast-for-dinner meal, much needed on a tough Monday night.
