Last weekend, we were invited to our friends’ cottage. We’ve known the Jays since Garth and Andrew worked together in 1989 as assistant product managers at Heinz, and Colleen and I bonded immediately. Since then, both couples have had children and, although the Jays no longer live in Toronto, their three daughters and our two have become the best of friends.
If there’s one thing the Jay family loves, it’s traditions. And we’re the beneficiaries of that, because it means that every year we’re invited to their cottage. Every year we all set up tents and sleep in their backyard. Every year we go for a Polar Bear swim in Lake Simcoe in the morning. (Okay, it’s not a big deal in July, but you should try it on our annual Christmas holiday visit.)
And this year we started a new tradition. On Saturday morning, Garth started a campfire and we carried the pancake ingredients to the back yard. We poured charcoal into three empty coffee tins, which we stoked until they were white-hot. Then Garth set a grill sheet on the charcoal and the girls took turns cooking pancakes and bacon.
I don’t know if it’s true that food always tastes better eaten outside. But I’ve never eaten a more delicious breakfast than pancakes made with wild blueberries and served with Canadian maple syrup.