Merry Christmas! I awoke this morning to a sunny San Francisco day and decided that, instead of a boring old everyday egg sandwich, a special breakfast was the thing to drag Mr. Food Musings from bed. He's a pancake man (who isn't?) so I measured flour, whisked eggs, washed blueberries and warmed syrup until he peeked into the kitchen, hair mussed, eyes brighter than they usually are at that time of the morning. A quick run to the corner coffee store and then we sat down to our stack of steaming, plum-colored flapjacks. When we were finished and I was washing up, I realized this should become a new tradition, one more small joy nestled away among many, come holiday-time next year.