When I was little just about the most exciting thing I could wake up to was my dad telling me we could go to our local iHop for breakfast. No matter what time of day we went there was always a line — but a line well worth waiting in for the promise of one item on the menu: Swedish Pancakes with Tart Lingonberry Butter. That is exactly what it was named (and still might be named) and it was just about the most exotic breakfast I could imagine. Certainly next to the boring silver dollars that my friends or siblings ordered. It was unthinkable to me — how could you order pancakes when you can have Swedish pancakes. Thin, crepe-like, eggy Swedish pancakes. I was thinking of this the other day when I drove by a construction for a new iHop a few miles away from my house — I decided I couldn’t wait until mid-summer for the opening. I had to have those pancakes — and I had to share them with my daughters. Luckily I was planning a trip to Ikea where I could pick up both the mix and the lingonberry jam a spoonful of which I just mashed into butter. (If you’re not headed to Ikea, you can usually find Lunds brand around, too.) Operation success! (You can tell from the pic, no?) And best of all, no line!
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