I have always had a special place in my heart (and stomach) for pancakes. There’s something about the soft, fluffy texture and the warm, comforting aroma that just makes me feel happy and contented.
As a child, my favorite breakfast was always a stack of pancakes, piled high with butter and syrup. My parents used to make them for me on special occasions, and I would savor every bite, sopping up the syrup with each fluffy forkful.