Most people have some marker of time. The changing of which signifies a change in season. The lengthening of shadows or the changing colors of leaves come to mind. For us, it is our cherry blossom trees. We are fortunate enough to have four of them lining our property and once the days become slightly warmer, I begin each one by taking note of how the trees have transformed overnight. I anxiously await the day, usually in early May, when there is a huge pink umbrella of flowers outside our windows. Here is where we are at now:
The fresh spring air got Dave in the mood for some recipe experimentation. He got the weekend started off right by making us yeasted waffles Saturday morning. They did take a little thinking ahead and prep work Friday evening, but so worth it. The outsides had a delicate crust and the insides had a beautiful earthy flavor. Syrup and butter on top are not really optional. I’ll try and get him to share the recipe here on our blog.
Around town, there is a real change in the air. Brooklynites have emerged from their hibernation and are out and about, constantly seeking the rays of sunlight peeking through the still bare tree branches. Around town there is new artwork:
And new OGC breakfast items (yes, that is Edwards Surryano ham in the ham & cheese biscuit!):