On Sunday I served breakfast to my guest and J.
I was so proud to put it in front of those two.
It was buttermilk pancakes, nothing too fancy, in fact I used this recipe.
They were absolutely delicious.
The reason that I was so proud was how much work I had put into this final product.
We had made the butter, the butter milk, and the eggs had come from our chickens (from no effort on my part).
We served them with yoghurt I had made, quinces I had poached and lime curd I had preserved late last year.
It wasn’t the fanciest dish, but I was proud to say that I had made it.