On the first notable snowfall in Denver, I historically head to a pancake house and celebrate with a heaping order of flap-jacks. Checking back on my blog, how I remember everything that has happened in my life, the first snow is typically around the last week on October.
No matter the time, or the date, pancakes must be eaten. A celebration of StevieB blog history. There will be hot-cakes. For now we wait. When the flakes fall so does syrup.