Call them griddlecakes, flapjacks, or silver dollars, the pancake is a food item found in most cultures around the world. My mom’s parents immigrated from Finland, but they were of Swedish descent and spoke Swedish. I often wondered aloud why people who lived in Finland for many generations just didn’t call themselves Finns, but nobody ever answered me to my satisfaction, so I still wonder all these years later. Mom always made the best pancakes, and the ones she made most often were a nod to her Swedish heritage. These thin, light-as-air circles of love were made many Sunday mornings and wherever we had company. She sometimes had two pans going on the stove, but each pancake was made and served one at a time, and that’s how we ate them, everyone’s plate getting an equal turn. I preferred a stack of them, and for that luxury, I had to either get…
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