On Sunday, we celebrated my wonderful husband's 30th birthday. The day was about as perfect as a day can be, in my opinion. Donnie's parents and brother surprised him with a visit to Savannah. They arrived on Friday night and the surprise element was phenomenal. We pulled it off big time, and the suspense and the secrets in the lead-up were totally worth it.
One of my favorite things about us as a couple, and Donnie's family, is that we make the most out of tricky situations. Our big plan was to make pancakes on Sunday morning in our hotel room out on Tybee Island. However, our hotel room didn't have the kitchenette that we thought it did, so we had to get creative. Luckily, we brought along the griddle that my grandma gave us a few months ago, so we got to work. [Note: we follow this recipe pretty closely, except for the part where it says to "lightly butter the griddle. No butter should be visible." <-- That is false. You should use a ton of butter, and it should definitely be visible. That creates the crispy edge around the pancakes that is totally and completely magical.]
We had to work around the fact that there was no way to heat up water on a stovetop, because we didn't have the kitchenette we were anticipating -- so we heated up water in the single cup coffee maker, and poured it into our French Press (that we brought with us, of course -- we have to have fancy coffee for Donnie's 30th birthday!).
Making the pancakes was a total adventure - we melted the butter on top of the griddle in the metal tupperware that we happened to have with us. We mixed the pancake batter up in a combination of a ziplock bag and the (freshly washed) ice bucket.
The entire day ended up being a huge success, culminating in a dinner party with some of our favorite people. And a belly full of pancakes is definitely a great way to launch into being 30. Happy birthday, my love!