Next day, after Zoe had fallen down the stairs, I made pancakes for us in the afternoon. For a Scandinavian like me, pancakes are of course what many others refer to as crepes because they think they are French. But they are a stable also in Denmark where they are served with jam, preferably strawberry, and/or sugar. Zoe munched them down and gave me that cute shaking-her-shoulders 'mmmmmm' that makes me happy all the way down my toes.
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