I learned when I moved here to the United States in 2008 that this is what they called pancakes. Back in the Philippines, we called this “hotcake.” My grandma made the best hotcakes. There was no one else from our or village who make hotcakes or pancakes back then. Her hotcakes were famous in the whole village at that time. My grandma would make layers and layers of hotcakes. Then, she would spread margarine on top of each hotcake and sprinkle white sugar on top for finishing. It was fantastic! People often asked her if she will bake the following day again. Oh yes, she cooked every single day! My siblings and I, and our cousins were always on alert mode, waiting for our grandma to call our names. When she does, it means time to go out selling. We love everything that grandma cooked. For every five pesos total of food that we sold (each of us), we earned one peso in commission. Back then, when I was 8 to 12-year-old, having 5 pesos or 10 pesos in my pocket was a big deal. So many good memories with my grandma, I don’t even know where to begin when sharing you about it.
By the way, It was freezing early this morning. All I could think of is going back to sleep after dropping my boys to their school, but I got to do some errands today, and I needed a quick breakfast. Hmmmm….it was good! Have a beautiful and blessed Friday, everyone!