AKA German pancakes. Well, at least ’round these parts (AKA in my mom’s home.)
We are a German family and my mom has made these for breakfast for as long as I can remember. When I was a child, I never knew the name of them so I dubbed them ‘German pancakes’ as I was convinced that my mom invented the recipe out of her sheer distaste for ‘American pancakes’. She’d stand by the stove for what seemed like forever (that’s a child’s patience for ya) and every so often I’d come in and ask for one. Most times I was told to have patience, it would only be a few more minutes. And other (more glorious) times, she’d smile and hand me the ‘baby’ of the batch. And I’d stand right there and eat it plain.
Once they were all done, they were piled high on a plate and placed dead center of our little kitchen table surrounded by cream cheese, jams, sugar, syrup, nutella and everything in between. We would dig in like we haven’t eaten in three days. And to this day, I still eat my first one plain.
As soon as I saw that this recipe was chosen, all the good memories came flooding back and I knew that not only did I have to make them… but that I had to share them with my family. And I did.
These are a good basic recipe for crepes. They yield a tasty vehicle for any filling, sweet or savory, that you can imagine.
But, they will never hold a candle to my mom’s ‘German pancakes.’