One of my favorite things are sweet potato pancakes. We had some left-over roasted sweet potatoes in the fridge the other morning, so I decided to whip some up. I took the peel off before mashing, as large pieces of peel in my pancakes aren't appealing. (Peels on my roasted potatoes for dinner, however, are VERY desirable, and very nutritious.)
I used about half the potatoes I had left; I think I should have used them all.
I've done this before, sans recipe, and they turned out great. This time, they turned out so-so.
Flour, baking powder, cinnamon and a dash of nutmeg, milk. Turns out I forgot to add the oil. (Actually, we normally put melted butter in our pancakes.)
Did I mention this was a school day and I wasn't fully awake yet?
Nothin' but the best to top our sweet potato pancakes!
Why does she have the camera out at this hour?! Woman, just let me eat in peace.
Andy showing off his toonie that the Tooth Fairy left for him.
So they weren't the best pancakes ever, but they were warm, shaped appropriately, and had syrup on them. I distinctly remember being in Mamaw's kitchen in Dothan, Alabama one visit. I requested pancakes for breakfast. Now, pancakes were made with some regularity at home by Dad, and at my other grandparents' house outside of Chicago, by Papa. But at Mamaw and Papaw's house, eggs and bacon were the norm in the morning. So on this particular visit when I asked for pancakes, Mamaw got out the flour, baking powder, sugar, and eggs. What? No Bisquick? No Hungry Jack mix? I think it was the first time I had seen pancakes made from just the basic ingredients. Mind blowing, it was. 
We started Saturday morning with the best pancakes I have EVER eaten. Sweet potato pancakes have been my favorite for several years now. Moist and delicious, with just a hint of nutmeg and warm maple syrup drizzled on top. Well, we had a banana laying around, so thinking of the scrumptious banana pancakes that Otto's brother, Aaron, made for us a couple times (my SECOND favorite pancakes ever) I suggested to Otto that we slice some in to the sweet potato pancakes he was making. Well, I just can't describe how happy I was while I was eating them. Sorry, no picture; I was too busy devouring them.
After the sensational breakfast, we headed to the farmer's market that they hold here on Saturday mornings during the summer. It was a mixture or produce booths, flea market booths, craft/gift booths, and food. And LOTS of people. Here is a raspberry that we bought there.
And here's something I had never seen before:
This afternoon we went fishing at a pond that we passed on a bike ride last week. Lots of casting and reeling in, but no bites.
Sam testing the laws of gravity at a nearby slide:
And after dinner we had a double rainbow out our back door!
