There is something a little magical about pancakes.
Maybe it’s the melted butter and syrup that we drench them in. Maybe-in my case, it’s the handful of chocolate chips I sometimes toss on top of each circular pool of batter after I’ve poured it in the pan. Maybe it’s the memories.
I remember as a kid relishing the tall stack of “silver dollar” pancakes my mom made. Somehow hotcakes that were the size of large coins tasted better than anything I’d ever had. (Even as an adult I still consider “silver dollar” pancakes to be a special treat, even though a dollar isn’t worth as much today as it was then.)
So this morning as I was flipping through Amy’s old, well used copy of Betty Crocker’s New Boys and Girls Cook Book (1957), I came across this recipe, for “Branded Pancakes”.
How fun! And though making these pancakes might be slightly on the labor intensive side, imagine the possibilities that exist when you send a message via a pancake. For your school aged son or daughter, how about-
D O Y O U R H O M E W O R K
Or for your husband-
B U Y M E F L O W E R S
My advice though-just make sure you are the only one doing the cooking. I don’t think
I R O N M Y S H I R T
would taste very good first thing in the morning.