One of my favorite traditions with friends is our “Pancake Sunday.” It started totally by accident—we were all hungover one weekend and someone made pancakes, and now it's a regular thing. We rotate who hosts, and it’s evolved into this cozy, low-pressure ritual where we catch up, try new toppings (we’ve gotten weirdly experimental), and decompress before the week starts. It’s kind of the glue that keeps us connected, even when things get busy.
One of my favorite traditions with friends is our “Pancake Sunday.” It started totally by accident—we were all hungover one weekend and someone made pancakes, and now it's a regular thing. We rotate who hosts, and it’s evolved into this cozy, low-pressure ritual where we catch up, try new toppings (we’ve gotten weirdly experimental), and decompress before the week starts. It’s kind of the glue that keeps us connected, even when things get busy.
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