My pancakes may never rival the fantastic light-lush beauties of the Clinton St. Bakery...
...but snow-bounced winter light agrees with them. Caramel-laced teases. Good morning, and Kung Hay Fat Choy, they say!
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Looks fine to me EF. Your cooking rivals that of any commerical establishment, BRING IT.
Posted by: from b e h i n d | February 17, 2010 at 06:30 PM
awh, see. you're just using the twin guns of flattery and competitive drive to get yerself pancakes. clever, clever lad.
Posted by: EF | February 18, 2010 at 01:21 AM