I don’t want to brag, but my grandma made the best pancakes. How did she make those silver dollar yummies? They were crispy along the edges and soft in the middle. Teeny tiny little pancakes made for teeny tiny hands. And on a Sunday, you could find piles of them waiting for you in the microwave. Everyone knew they were there and we all helped ourselves.
But seriously. How did she make them? Did she use a mix? Some long lost family recipe? What did she fry them in? Butter? Oil? Both? I vividly remember standing in the chair against that sat along her counter. That’s where she made those delectables. She made them in an old electric frying pan. I would watch as she made dozens. If you were good, you could have one before everyone sat down for breakfast. They were so delicious you didn’t even need butter or syrup on them. But I cannot for the life of me remember the mixing process or anything that happened after she told me it would be pancakes fro breakfast.
I miss those pancakes in made checkered kitchen with the table you had to crawl under if you were low enough on the senority list to get stuck back there. I miss my grandma and her quiet ways. I miss hearing her say Oke Dokey when you asked her almost any question.
I’ve tried to make her pancakes a million times and I just cannot replicate them. I registered for an electric frying pan for my wedding only to discover that it did not magically make my pancakes anymore Marge-esque than the ones I made on the stovetop. It’s almost not even worth trying because nothing will compare. I guess I will just have leftover pizza for breakfast. Again.
Karyn In The Kitchen 
This brings me back to Sunday mornings with my Nana, making blueberry muffins- it was from a box, but I still will never be able to replicate how amazing hers were…thank you for this reminder (and Slice idea)!
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Oh this slice makes me so sad. I went from wanting pancakes and asking you to bring me some next week to feeling your frustration at not being able to replicate the yumminess. Very well written slice.
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If I could make them I would bring them next week for sure. I’m on the hunt. I may be able to figure this out yet.
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Even your Grandma’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were special!
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You are right. It must be all the extra love. 💜❤
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I love this! Weekend pancakes & bacon @ my grandma’s are some of my favorite memories. I felt so loved, and I cherish those times.
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I love this! The weekend pancakes & bacon @ my grandma’s are some of my favorite memories. And they seriously were scrumptious! I felt so loved and cherish those memories 🙂
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Thanks for reading, Jenny. I really appreciate it. It look like you have a blog? Now I wanna go read it!
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I remember them. They were there all the time. She whipped them up in seconds it felt like. I’ve never had another one like them either, She had so many little things like this, didn’t she. Awwww. Of course I love this slice so much 🙂
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I knew you would. Nancy dropped some off for me yesterday. Pretty close.
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