Growing up, my family had a tradition of making Swedish pancakes on Christmas morning. Well, now I’m married and lie 420 miles away from my parents. So I’m making my mom’s recipe and splitting a bottle of port with my wife for Christmas eve dessert.
Sorry for including two pics of me drinking. I only meant to upload one, but my fingers were still a bit covered in butter, and I fat fingered the picture selection.
Knotashock
Growing up my father made pancakes almost every Saturday morning for the family. He used different recipes from my mother’s cookbook collection. I liked most every kind we tried except buckwheat (that’s definitely an acquired taste).
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Growing up, my family had a tradition of making Swedish pancakes on Christmas morning. Well, now I’m married and lie 420 miles away from my parents. So I’m making my mom’s recipe and splitting a bottle of port with my wife for Christmas eve dessert.
Sorry for including two pics of me drinking. I only meant to upload one, but my fingers were still a bit covered in butter, and I fat fingered the picture selection.
Growing up my father made pancakes almost every Saturday morning for the family. He used different recipes from my mother’s cookbook collection. I liked most every kind we tried except buckwheat (that’s definitely an acquired taste).
Breakfast of champions!