Now this is more relatable than latte-foam art.
Around the house I’m known as the pancake whisperer. I’m not worthy. Back to the skillet…
I bet shortly after these photos were taken somebody got butterflies in their stomach.
A few days later there was a pancake hurricane half way around the world.
Fluffy with a chance of syrup.
Yep, now all the kids are gonna want fancy butterfly pancakes on Saturday morning. We’re ruined.
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