My birthday is this week. Growing up, we had a tradition. The birthday girl got to choose either the dinner my mother would cook or the restaurant we would go to. I have continued this tradition with my family. Sarah and Matt love going out to eat, so for their birthdays we have fun dinners out. I much prefer eating at home, but here is where this system breaks down.
I am the primary cook for the family, so I end up cooking my own birthday dinner. I don't mind cooking dinner; I do it nearly every night. But somehow cooking my own birthday dinner takes some of the charm out of the tradition. Matt can cook and has cooked many a dinner, but his repertoire is all meat-based (meatballs, chili, ribs) and while all that stuff is delicious, it is not how I want to eat now. On top of that, my birthday fell in the middle of the week. Matt works crazy hours, so unless I wanted to eat at 10 pm, I was cooking dinner.
I made pancakes. I decided it only made sense to continue one childhood tradition with another - breakfast for dinner!
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