Anyone who knows me, knows I am obsessed with pancakes. They are my all-time favourite food. So simple, yet so delightful. Mix em, fry em, pour on some syrup and you have an instant mood enhancer. I get so excited that I dance and giggle as I'm cooking. It's quite strange. There's probably some nostalgia mixed in with my love of pancakes. I have memories of my (late) favourite Nana cooking stacks of flapjacks for me when I was little. I love them. Of course, when I mess up a pancake, I treat it as a great tragedy. Despite the simple recipe, the perfect pancake is not an easy feat - the perfect pan temperature is required. They are quite a temperamental breakfast food. But the other day, I made the kind of pancakes that brought tears to my eyes - they were so beautiful, so evenly cooked. The best I've made to date.
BEHOLD!
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