Long ago, my sister and I sang as a duo – at open mics, at parties, and just because. We were out to breakfast one morning, and over coffee were dreaming of our stage names. She already had one, of a sort – “Oatcake P. Barstool” was what she called herself.
I was still in high school, but entertained visions of tours and stages and dim coffeehouses in our future. We were eating some lovely pancakes and suddenly it came to us. “Huckleberry Q. Buckwheat.” I never used it, except when we spoke of ourselves, but it has always stuck with me.
I have this really great blueberry pancake recipe that I’ve used for years. Recently we decided to try buckwheat flour in the recipe. I finally found some, and this morning we had our treat.
Grateful for the memory, the names, and the breakfast.