Breakfast is not generally the main point of focus on Valentine’s Day. BUT … I’m here to tell you that I think it should be. It is, after all, the most sensual meal of the day, particularly where couples are concerned ❤
Now please don’t misinterpret my use of the word sensual here. I am not referring to the sensations of physical pleasure. Or anything related to it really. But rather I speak of ‘relating to or consisting in the gratification of the senses or the indulgence of appetite’. Sensual, as defined by those who have a deep grasp of the subtle innuendos of the English language. And … well … those who occasionally pick up a Merriam-Webster dictionary.
Some believe that the first meal of the new year influences what they see manifest in their life over the year to come. Both of my grandmother’s were among these people. In my mother’s house it is still a practice. And while I have not been as faithful to the tradition as the matriarchs in my family, I do observe it more often than not.
If you saw my last post on a ground cherry recipe, you know that I had no idea what this fruit was when I grew it in my garden this year. But it has turned out to be a winner and I’m pretty darn thrilled that I gave it a shot!
I grew up with the notion of potato latkes, known as potato pancakes in my hometown area, being classified as fair food. If there was a fair or a carnival in any one of the local towns, there was sure to be potato pancakes there.
When my Mom remarried, after my fathers passing, she married a man who made one mean potato pancake. And I was pretty thrilled to have this fair food become a part of my in-home menu. No complaints from this girl. I could eat them every night 😉