I made these buttermilk and blueberry pancakes on Saturday (and whipped the egg whites - I assume this is very important for the fluffy cake and the crisp edges) and I keep on toasting the leftovers and eating them. The recipe from smittenkitchen.com said they made about 16, but it feels like I made at least 24. There were a ton leftover, which led to this great discovery about the tasty-snackiness of precooked pancakes, post-toast. I swear, they’re actually better than they were on the first day!
Anyways, nothing says love like a fluffy pancake with blueberries that explode with juicy joy when you bit them in half.
Also, advice from the kitchen that is probably irrelevant to everyone but myself: Never eat a slightly fried egg over your sister’s shoulder—you may yolk on it.
She just snorted in agreement in her sleep.
