By amigoponc on Skatehive
Si eres de habla hispana, la versión en español es mejor para ti; debes hacer clic 👉 AQUÍ Breakfast of giants... The March light in Ontario has a distinct clarity; winter begins to surrender amid puddles of melted snow and the first timid shoots. Today, while the cold still nips at the windowpanes, my kitchen became the perfect refuge for Matthew. Watching him devour his plate with astonishing calm, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled his mother's expression when I tell her about his culinary exploits over the phone: ‘He ate what?’ she always asks incredulously from afar. Lestresorsderable For a ten-year-old boy in the midst of growth, a traditional Canadian breakfast is more than just a meal, it's pure fuel to start the day. Following the treasures of this land, I prepared him a tower of fluffy pancakes, generously drizzled with pure maple syrup, that liquid gold that is almost a religion here, like coffee in Venezuela. I accompanied the feast with several strips of crispy bacon