Breakfast At Red's Best Pancake House

Enjoying Pancakes, Sausage and Maple Syrup at Red's Best 

7:09

Up at 6:20 to an overcast morning though it's still warm out, 64º, no paper, the start of a week that's going to turn increasingly colder, bringing perhaps some snow flurries tomorrow during the day.  We have no plans for today other than yoga for me, a workout for Evie, as we try to get back into our routine after a great weekend.

Yesterday was a day of utter relaxation for both of us, not wanting to do much other than lay around the house, watch the Master's, and fill up in the morning on Red's Best.  Ron McClure picked us about around 10:00 (Linda, the good girl, was in church), and we drove to Sherman, then off on the Sherman/ Clymer road.  When we got there, the parking lot seemed full, and we had a short wait to get a table, though the owner, the maple syrup master,  gave us a fairly detailed description of the process.  He is close to 4000 gallons of syrup this year, a record and much of it is sent to Vermont.  It's a very homey place, no pretense, just pancakes, sausage, juice and coffee.  And it's all you can eat pancakes.  The waitresses are quick and helpful, local high school girls, and we had our pancakes within five minutes of sitting down.  We have been here twice before, once with our daughter Jill and family in 2012, and last year with an old friend who was visiting us from Hawaii.

At Reds, With Our Daughter Jill's Family in mid February, 2012

With Our Friend John Allen, March 23, 2013

Ron McClure, With Red's Owners, Duane and Kathy Redlecki

We were home by 11:30, with little mojo, though we did fuss around with the purple martin house, putting on the predator guard and painting the perches, getting it ready for the return of the purple martins on April 15th.  Our neighbors, the Kinney's, Fox's and Johnston's put their houses up this weekend as well.  Most of the afternoon, Evie relaxed upstairs, watching old movies on the tube, so unlike her, and I watched the Master's until I got bored around 3:30.  So I went outside, put on my waders, got out the sledge and poles for the martin house, and pounded the pole in the water, then put up the purple martin house, now ready for the invasion of martins, with a predator (we hope) proof house.  It took about forty five minutes, so I was able to watch the last nine holes of the Master's as Bubba Watson and the rookie Jordan Spieth fought it out. Unfortunately, Bubba was the master, won his second title in three years.

Earlier in the day, Evie had gotten some chili out of the freezer for dinner as neither of us were up to much fuss.  So, Evie made a salad, cooked some spaghetti, and I had a large bowl a Cincinnati chili for dinner.  It tasted really good to both of us, as we must have been hungry once again after our big breakfast of pancakes and lots of syrup.  We watched this past week's Parenthood (will Joel and Julia get back together?), then Bill Maher's Real Time, and finished the night with The Good Wife.