my mom used to make them most saturdays and now i’ve taken to making them and they’ve become my favorite weekend ritual. i use a coffee scoop to make them silver dollar sized and this morning i used some blackberries that were looking a little sad and simmered them with maple syrup and it was so yummy ♡
spent my teens and 20s riding for waffles, but i think i was wrong. pancakes have more mods available, and i never let them sit long enough to get syrup-logged.
i like mine with buttermilk and blueberries.
i have two under two and i’ve never felt more vulnerable or in love with the world despite the calamities! i’ve never had more empathy or patience or compassion for all living things! i’m also so tired and hormonal rn so don’t make any rash decisions but so far it’s working for me ☆
ps. pregnancy and labor and delivery physically went very smoothly for me. i had freaky ppd the first time around but so far this time is just overwhelmingly wonderful?? results may vary.