The weekend was full of sunshine and warmth and good things. And yet. There was a teeny, tiny part of me that longed for fall, even in the midst of a beautiful weekend.

Lucky for me, a beloved family member sent me a list of pancake recipes on Friday. And there, in the middle of the list, were pumpkin pancakes with all sorts of wonderful spice mixed in.

The pancakes were exactly what I hoped they would be. They were moist (word I hate, but oh so applicable in this case) and fluffy and pumpkin spicy. With a tiny dab of butter and exactly as much syrup as you prefer (a dot or two for me, a raging river for Scott), they’re a perfect piece of fall. If that isn’t enough reason to make these, they kept us full for a really long time. I ate two pancakes. Only two! That’s unheard of for me, and they kept me full.

Happy fall, y’all.