Pancakes

I really wish I knew how to make Mr. B's type of pancakes. He made some of the most delicious pancakes I ever had in my life, better than those of pancake-specialty restaurants. My instant reaction from pancake craving would be running to Mr. & Mrs. B’s house, but they live in New York. I live in Texas. You do the math.

I sort of prematurely attempted to make some this morning, but it went so-so. I still ate them because it was still pancakes but I had to imagine the delicious ones from Mr. B’s so I could continue eating what I made.

Needless to say, it was a good practice. I have a better grasp on this pancake-making attempt, I think. Better practice more so I could assign my boyfriend to be the guinea pig.