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First we grab the ladder from the garage. It only gets used once a year; always on the same day, and for the same reason every time. We prop it against the front of our house, then Ryan climbs onto the roof, reaching his arms down so Adam can hand him the treats we’ve picked out for this year’s annual spectacle.
Pancakes that make you cry: a true story. In the summer of 2001, Ryan’s 10-year-old cousin from Bilbao, Spain was visiting the United States with her family for the first time. She didn’t speak a word of english and was nervous for the trip—especially about the “weird” American food she had heard about—and worried she would starve during this two week vacation in Portland, Oregon. On the very first morning, as Ryan’s mom cooked pancakes for everyone, his cousin sat at the breakfast table white as a ghost. She had never seen or heard of a pancake before, and when a fluffy golden stack was set down before her, she immediately burst into tears. Once the initial shock wore off, she took a few brave bites, but had clearly decided that pancakes—and American food—were not for her. Thankfully, she became a bit more comfortable over the course of her stay and managed to escape starvation, so now she’s in her mid-twenties, happy, healthy… and still avoiding pancakes. Another true story is that the recipe we are sharing today had nearly the exact same effect on us—except they were tears of joy! If you love peach melba, prepare your palate for peach melba pancakes and let the peach party continue…
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The headlines these days can be… shall we say, a little dreary? Well today we are brightening things up and have some tasty news to share. About something sweet, something summery, something featuring fresh seasonal peaches and dollops of whipped cream. It’s a cloud in a cup, easy to make, and newsworthy-delicious!
Would you believe us if we told you there is a homemade bread you don’t have to knead, there are absolutely no thermometers involved, and the prep takes just five minutes? If we were to expand further, mentioning that this masterpiece exhibits a perfectly crispy, buttery crust, and the most pillow-soft, delicious chewy interior, you might think we were making this all up.
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We both came out to our parents soon after we started dating. Three months after our first kiss, Ryan flew to Oregon to visit family for Christmas. He had just turned twenty and still hadn’t revealed his secret to anyone back home, but he had met someone special and wanted to share the excitement with his parents. After days of anxiously waiting for the right moment to tell them, it finally presented itself: they were sitting quietly in the family room, reading after dinner. He paced outside the door rehearsing the words he had practiced a hundred times in his head. After one last deep breath, he walked in and took a seat on the couch.
“I have something to tell you.”
They both looked up from their newspapers and said nothing, waiting for what was coming next.
“I met someone at school this semester.”
Silence. His heart was racing.
“…and his name is Adam.”
His mom just smiled. “We’ve always known, we were just waiting for you to tell us.”
The entire family was supportive from day one—even Ryan’s grandmother, a devout Catholic in her 80’s, loved and accepted Adam like a grandson, greeting him every time with huge hugs and home-cooked tortilla con papas. We both feel fortunate to come from such loving and accepting homes, but for many people, this is not the case. So in honor of National Pride Month, we created a rainbow recipe to spread awareness about a campaign that is helping LGBT kids around the country.
