Awhile back, I made the most marvelous Strawberry Cheesecake Pancakes for Mother’s day. They were awesome. They were fabulous. But they set off some kind of deep seated craving for more brunch! More and more brunch! I want brunch all the time, now! Do you ever get like that – just go on a kick like a runaway train?
These little silver dollar pancakes will never be mistaken for your typical American flapjack. The outside is beautiful with just the right amount of crisp, the inside, light and airy. Ethereal. Insanely good, really. It’s almost an insult to call these pancakes!
I’ve been up and down my family tree and like many Americans, I’m a crazy mix up of genes, but one thing I don’t have is a drop of Swedish blood. I do, however, live in Minnesota, you betcha, home of a large Swedish population and home of the American Swedish Institute. And I can attest that Swedish Meatballs are very popular in the Twin Cities, especially during the Holidays.