In December 2010 {gosh! two years ago now} my dear blogging friend, Sian, encouraged us to share a Christmas story every Sunday in December. Now, Sian knows how to tell a story, and her encouragement for us to do the same really caught on. Her Christmas storytelling was so popular that month that Sian decided to continue it, and she got a bunch of us on board to tell our tales on the first Sunday of every month (or a little later in the week such as the story I'm about to tell). A great big thank you to Sian for keeping this lovely tradition in full swing. It's a lot to organize and it doesn't come without some planning ahead, so I'd like to take this time to personally thank Sian for that.
Now, for my story which, of course, is about my mom.
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While we were growing up, our mother cooked breakfast for the four of us every morning. I remember getting ready for school and being called to the table for breakfast. Our morning meals were a variety of eggs and toast, oatmeal, cheese quesadillas, and a few times a month we'd have biscuits and chocolate. You read that right: biscuits and chocolate.
On those mornings, Mom served us warm buttered biscuits* with a warm chocolate pudding sauce poured over the top. Yum! Our friends loved to have sleepovers at our house and would request biscuits and chocolate for breakfast the next morning. Of course, Mom always obliged.
There was another time we were allowed chocolate for breakfast, and that was on Christmas morning. Every Christmas - and only on Christmas - our mom would make this dark chocolate syrup to pour over hot pancakes. Oh.My.Goodness. We looked forward to that breakfast every year! {You can find the recipe here.}
Side note: Carrie managed to turn this Christmas-morning-tradition into a few-times-a-year-tradition - always on her birthday in June, and any other time she could finagle them. {What can I say? She's an only child with a charm and finesse that's difficult to refuse.}
Now we are all grown up with families of our own, and I love that we all still carry on this tradition. Each of us will be serving chocolate pancakes to our kiddos on Christmas morning this year and every year.
What a yummy way to remember Mom.
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* For my UK friends who use the term "biscuit" to describe what we call a cookie in the US ~ here, a biscuit is more like a roll or a bun, similar to the texture of a scone.
This story is being linked to Sian's Storytelling Sunday.
You can read all kinds of other Christmas tales from
around the world over at Sian's blog.
Enjoy!
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18 comments:
It's the ONE meal that Jay makes. And the girls used to request it every Sunday. Pancakes with chocolate chips added to the batter.
well that sounds devine. i may have to start a new tradition. thanks for telling your story deb!!
Deb, thank you so much for your lovely words. That means a lot.
Your loving story is such a good one. Let's remember your Mum with love and chocolate on Team Teal Tuesday today! x
A really delicious tradition to carry on,Deb.
At christmas my mum always made semolina shortbread biscuits [cookies].....I carried on this tradition.....and it is the one thing my children insist on at christmas...though DS always wants no icing on his!
they sound totally yum and a lovely tradition
Oh my! I just looked at the recipe and Whoo wee, it looks delicious! I might have to make Marvin a batch, he loves chocolate :)
A wonderful story of your mom :) I'm loving your TTT's
PS - where did you buy the stamp?
What a lovely tradition your mom started. Yummy.
What a delicious way to remember a tradition started by your Mom x
Mmmm I can't wait for them this year!! Hurry up, Christmas Eve!
Another lovely way to remember your mom Deb!
Alison xx
Oh my goodness they sound soo yummy! I'm hoping to find something like that to do with Alice, our usual Christmas breakfasts, when I was growing up, were whatever chocolates we got as presents, it gave Mum a break from the kitchen ;)
Mmm! That sounds delicious! Another wonderful way to remember your mom xx
What a wonderful and loving Mom she was to do all that for you as you grew up :). Thank-you for those delicious recipe pointers - my tummy is rumbling already!
Yum! I wish I could say I was that great a mom. My kids made their own breakfast as soon as they were old enough! When Matt was in fourth grade, he learned how to make French toast, and called up to see if anyone else wanted some once or twice a week. It didn't last after that year, but it was amazing!
My mom made fantastic breakfasts . . . but only on weekends.
Papas fritas (friend potatoes), eggs and tortillas, refried beans. . . . and the list goes on!
Rinda
Love how those pieces of our childhood stay with us. I fix my guys country ham biscuits every Christmas morning.
Oh what a lovely memory.
Biscuits/Cookies - always confusing. I served buttermillk biscuits proudly to Wookie's family and they all stared at 'em until the next one down from Wookie bravely took one and had a bite. Now they like them :)
It sounds delicious and what a neat way to honour your Mum.
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