|Fluffy Potato Pancakes w/ Pomegranate Syrup & Creme Fraiche|
This past Sunday morning, my partner received the phone call that no child is every truly ready to receive - that his father had unexpectedly passed away. No indicators. No warnings. No good-byes. Just gone.
We all stumbled through the week, moving on autopilot - at times like these, there is little you can do but put one foot ahead of the other and take care of what needs to be taken care of. Get the kids off to school. Shuttle everyone around to appointments & practices. Keep things moving.
Before we knew it, it was Wednesday night. And there was a cookbook sitting on the counter. Opened up to a recipe for potato pancakes.
It was late - well after 8:00. The evening had been filled with running and doing. Pieces of me just wanted to go deflate. Instead, I found myself dragging out potatoes, milk, flour & the griddle - making potato pancakes.
In the midst of prepping and scooping and cooking, the kids started gathering in the kitchen. Homework was discussed. Social lives were reviewed.
And as pancakes started to stack up on the cooling rack, fingers reached out and started snacking. Plates came out, eventually followed by forks & knives (we're a class act). And at that moment, in the midst of the storm of craziness circling around us, there was a moment of peace. Pancakes of peace.
This Friday, we are saying our good-byes to "Pa". He was an ornery old coot - stubborn and opinionated, but with a heart of gold and a generosity of spirit that could not be hidden. Even though my girls & I aren't "official" members of the family - he never drew a line of distinction. In that house, we were family - blood & marriage lines notwithstanding.
There are many things I could say here, but there are too many words - and yet not enough words to say all that would need to be said.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie.