Made some blueberry cornmeal pancakes for breakfast. Unlike any pancake I’ve ever had. More like a quick-cooking, flat, dense, cornbread biscuit. Not in a bad way. Just like something a homesteading family would have made in an old oily skillet over a fire in their tiny cabin in rural Idaho in the early 1900’s. Would’ve been not so good without the blueberries. (And strawberries.) Plus lots of butter, syrup, and even a little peanut butter.
The aftermath.
P.S. Happy Father’s Day Papi!
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