Happy National Pancake Day! That’s right. An entire 24 hours dedicated to the decadent, floury bliss worthy of my food crush. Pancakes remind me of my father who was a hot cake extraordinaire. As a little girl (and even as a teen and young adult), he would whip up the fluffy goodness laden with plump, mouthwatering blueberries on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I remember being consumed by the intoxicating aroma of sizzling batter and thinking to myself only my Pups can make pancakes this perfect. Fast forward a few years and I’ve met yet another pancake master who is skilled with a spatula, however my statement remains true only my Pups could make pancakes that perfect.

  
Pancakes also remind me of a rustic romance. Think Under the Tuscan Sun. This is what I need in my life — a quaint Italian villa (surrounded by vast vineyards, of course) where I can write, drink wine, maybe learn how to cook and enjoy the simple life. I probably wouldn’t last more than a month, but the mere thought is soothing. Here’s a look at my rustic inspiration board…pancakes and all!