Orange-Buttermilk Lace Pancakes

During my spring break I flew across the Atlantic to visit my family. My brother, R, and I ended up sleeping in the same room. He slept on a twin bed, and I slept on the ground. I was alright with that though since the flying cockroaches usually attacked from above.

I turned under the sheets, trying to fall asleep when I began to hear a loud, harsh noise.

At first I thought an animal was making that noise – a flying cockroach, perhaps. It seemed though to be coming from R’s direction, but why would R randomly make strange noises in the night?

Pouring pancake batter into a squeeze bottle (left) and greasing the griddle (right)Then I realized that R was snoring. I grabbed my cellphone, turned on the flashlight application, and directed a white light into his eyes.

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International Apple Pie

I’m a Canadian. I live in North America. It’s not always cold here (it is usually cold here). I don’t play hockey. I don’t own a pet beaver. I don’t have a maple tree in my backyard (there is one in my front yard). It doesn’t always snow here (although it’s starting to hail right now). I don’t own a toque.  I don’t live in an igloo. I don’t ride polar bears to school (that’s only in Manitoba). You understand now, eh? I am a Canadian.

Cinnamon apple pie with a Bailey's caramel sauce, vanilla ice cream, and maple syrup caramel.

It sure is cold outside right now though. The hail is starting to cover the grass and the leaves that have fallen to the ground. Soon, as all Canadians know, the fields of green will become fields of white. Snowmen will be built, slush will be on the roads, and cocoa will be made. Canadians all over will step out of their homes to go to work and shiver. Yes, we shiver in the cold. We’re Canadians, but we’re still human.

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