Recently, in one of my magazines, there was a recipe for buttermilk pancakes. For some reason, it sounded particularly good. So a few weeks ago when Leif was visiting I made some for breakfast. We gobbled them up, they were really good. So good I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
Last Sunday I made another batch for my dinner, with strawberries, bananas and whip cream, even though it was just me. The other day I had some of the leftovers with strawberries and chocolate ganache as a dessert when my sweet tooth was running rampant. And this morning I had some as “pancake tacos” stuffed with sugar and blackberries on the way out the door.
Normally I’m not really that big a pancake fan. But something about these, they are just, wow.