In my role as eldest child, I seem to have a desire to replicate many of my childhood experiences for my girl. And so, when we're organised enough, we have roast dinner at lunch time, and then a (sadly Narnia-less) smaller tea.
With a blueberry fiend for a daughter, American-style blueberry pancakes seemed a safe bet this week. Served with extra blueberries (her) and drizzles of warmed golden syrup (us), they were a bit of a treat before we started a new week.
Roll on the next Sunday tea - perhaps with a snow filled wardrobe, a street lamp and a talking lion next time though...
* I'm waiting for my mum to read this and tell me that we only ever ate tea like this a handful of times/that I've completely fabricated these memories. I hope not!