I wonder...

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... what this world would be like without these kinds of self-portraits...
...what would we do without a best friend...
...and could anyone survive without the nourishment of pumpkin pancakes topped with caramelized bananas, cinnamon whipped cream, and rootbeer syrup?
What a sad, sad world it would be, indeed!

Comments

Mandy said…
All I can say is Yum!!!!
October 22, 2008 at 4:56 PM
Danielle said…
Okay, so ever since I read this post I've been craving it. Rootbeer syrup? Seriuosly? That sounds so so good. I must come and visit now so I can have some!
October 24, 2008 at 10:52 AM
Vicky said…
oh what a culinary sheltered life I live, I must try these...
October 25, 2008 at 2:48 PM
The Raguskus Family said…
she is a knock out isn't she. michael better be prepared for the boys to be knocking down the door. corrine is gorgeous. those pancakes sound absolutely interesting!
October 25, 2008 at 9:21 PM
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