When I was a teenager, my Mom's favorite thing to make for breakfast was Swedish pancakes. It was one of those recipes that appeared out of nowhere (she must have eaten them somewhere and decided she could make them at home). After that, she made them once or twice a week.
I make homemade pancakes nearly every single day. I don't think Secundogeniture would survive without pancakes. We even joke that I'll have to move to college with him in the fall to make him his daily ration of pancakes.
Despite all my hours of making pancakes, I've never, ever made Swedish pancakes. Until today, that is.
After school yesterday, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up some food for dinner. Secundogeniture grabbed this box of Swedish pancake mix. (*Side note - I always find pancake mix to be a joke. The ingredients are flour, baking powder, sugar and salt. I think I can find those in my own pantry.)
This morning I gave it a try for the very first time. As with everything, there's a bit of a learning curve. My pancakes were oblong, not round. They had a slightly different but somewhat similar consistency to the pancakes I remembered of my youth.
As they came off the griddle, I rolled them up in a circle. I put some of my homemade cinnamon apple-pear sauce in the center of the plate. Secundogeniture scarfed them down before I could even get a picture. He suggested we have these again tomorrow.
Mom - you'd be so happy to know that your grandson is carrying on the torch. 💕