Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.William JamesEvery year I gripe at the sheer craziness that takes over come December, and every year, once Christmas morning arrives and the world takes a much needed pause, I relish in the the quiet time we get to spend together with friends and family. This year was no exception, as we did what we always do come December 25th. A morning of opening stockings and presents, followed by family breakfast around the table. Christmas breakfast is always crepes, served with canned peaches and stuffed with all manner of goodies: nutella, jams, fresh fruit, whatever I happen to have on hand. This year I forgot maple syrup so we poured ‘poor man’s syrup’ over our plates, a mixture of honey and butter (this year we used coconut butter), and a pinch of salt ~ this is a recipe passed on from my folks, and it’s pretty much all I recall having as a child with pancakes, and our Christmas crepes are really just a personalized version of the cast iron skillet sized pancakes we grew up eating as kids. Always whole wheat. Always stacked as high as could be on one of our largest second hand plates. Christmas growing up was simply always my favourite time.