I suppose most normal people would call these crepes — but I fear in my house they will always be called “pancake tacos” because that is how they were introduced to my six-year-old who found the concept so fascinatingly funny that she ate up every bite of it. She was just told by the pediatrician that she needs to gain more weight (a nice problem, I know, unless you are her Jewish mother) and so I’ve taken to rolling up a few slices of bacon in her pancakes in the morning, slicing them in the middle then topping them with syrup and powdered sugar. It’s probably a good thing she eats every bite — because I could get a little too used to eating the leftovers.
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