Food keeps a memory alive
As I was recently watching my teenage children make pancakes one Sunday morning, it made me think of my Nan. I recall when visiting her in Lightning ridge once she made these pancakes for me. Both my Dad and my Uncle use the recipe too and I wonder how many of my other siblings and cousins make pancakes with their children on the weekend and remember Nan. She has been gone for many years but her memory still remains. Nan was not a