Again. I made Swedish Pancakes this morning and each one is a different map of another new planet, cratered or covered in shifting hues like Mars. They're lovely, but they're also better hot than at room temperature and when you are running a batch through the same skillet, there's no time while cooking to go fetch a camera.
So I got a tasty breakfast, but alas, mapping the uncharted moons of a distant star will have to wait for another time.
Sidenote 1: I used one of those non-stick green ceramic pans; they sell a pancake-specific flipover version, essentially two frying pans hinged together. The non-stick performs as advertised, and the close-to-flip arrangement works fine. Found the gadget at the drugstore with a low, low price and a big "As seen on TV" label, and decided to give it a try.
Sidenote 2: My sort of crepe-like "Swedish" pancakes are thin and a bit heavy, just flour, milk and egg, roughly one cup of the first two items and two eggs, scaled linearly for however much you want. Served stacked high, with butter and sugar or jam between layers, it'll cure what ails you on a chilly morning.
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