Pancakes are one of those things that have always intimidated me. Whenever someone suggests making pancakes for breakfast, you immediately conjure up these rosy cheeked images of a white picket fence and everyone frolicking around the breakfast nook, dusted in cinnamon sugar and all things insta-picture- perfect.
So I never really tried them.
Until I did. And it was so much easier than I ever expected. Sure, I burnt them the first several (hundred) times, but once I figured out the perfect stove temp, it’s been smooth sailing ever since.
So much so, that Jake gets pancakes for breakfast (almost) every morning.