As much as we aspire to adhere to them, some traditions don’t stick.
Like “Pizza Fridays,” for example. I grew up having pizza every Friday (or sometimes Saturday). I love pizza. And I love Fridays. But for some reason my husband and I have never been able to stick to a we-eat-pizza-every-Friday-night plan. I think about our favorite pizza places all the time, but we usually end up trying another new ethnic restaurant or something more adventurous.
I don’t know what makes traditions stick — or how we can make room for one but not the other — but I do know that once a tradition is set, it creates a sense of anticipation, comfort and pleasure. (What’s your tradition? Leave a comment in the section below.)
For my husband and I, that tradition is “Weekend Waffles.” Every weekend I make enough batter for us to enjoy them on both Saturday and Sunday. It’s fun because:Read More